"Hm." 'Ventus' sits up further, brushing his oversized jacket off with a huff. "No memory then? Its funny, you are almost certainly me. I can sense it. And yet..."

He leans over on one elbow, crossing his legs and staring up at Vanitas. The shadows behind him flicker--because they are almost becoming solid, a heavy fog that is almost real enough to see. Perhaps an ancient prerequisite to the unversed.

"Well...why don't we start with you? You are not of this reality, I'm certain. I already exist here, in this body. A traveler from the future perhaps? I'm quite curious what happens now."