[ It's not like Geralt's suggestion is wrong. Sam is always the person who Steve has turned to as they both try to preserve their memories — like precious trinkets that they can't help but misplace no matter how carefully they tuck them away.

It's not for lack of trying, and Steve knows deep down in the essence of whatever he's become that this person he's forgotten is important.

Maybe the most important.

He appreciates Geralt's presence, but he feels the lack of this person — his best friend — like the pulsing of a phantom limb. ]

I'll walk with you. I just — need a minute.

[ Maybe if he was more flesh and bone and less stone and marble, he might have leaned against Geralt for some kind of support. Instead he walks at his side, and as he stares at the massive trees that extend up around them, another memory ripples through him, of metal buildings that would stretch up just as high, if not higher. ]

... Have you remembered anything lately? Something you should have never forgotten in the first place?

[ His voice sounds strained, as if he would be wincing if his face could still do so. His friend — he'd also forgotten things, then slowly remembered. Maybe that's where the association with Geralt first started. ]