"We should probably head back eventually," Leon shrugged, "It'd be nice to sleep in a bed for once too." His eyes drifted around the park, settling on the island. Perhaps he would spend some time there first though. That could be nice. It couldn't have been that late, after all they only had dinner about half an hour ago. Though, they also had no idea what time it was when they went out to eat. Still, until tomorrow, time was sort of irrelevant. They were in a spaceship after all and in a spaceship there was no rotating around a giant ball of flaming gas. There was only the simulated day and night cycle that their alien friends had set and they were still unfamiliar to that cycle. If tomorrow didn't have so much unspoken tension building behind it, Leon would've considered pulling an all-nighter. Though with Leon, nothing was ever really off the table. He had always been a bit too much of a flow with the wind kind of guy. A small smirk crossed his face when Aeria caught his eye, [i]any way the wind blows[/i].

Tollnak expressed his gratitude to the two of them, something that Leon appreciated. It was nice to see how genuine and kind Tollnak was a trait he could only wish others saw in himself. Leon winced slightly at the mention of a hay baler ripping Tollnak's arm off. He looked down toward his left arm, which has partially hidden by Tollnak's own arm, remembering the butcher's yard, remembering losing the arm and desperately trying to reattach it. He and Tollnak were more similar than he like to admit sometimes. Leon could only hope that he had his friend's good qualities in addition to his misfortunes.

Keita's presence was known to Leon well before the door to the park opened up, his mutation sensing the approaching mutant a good distance back. It was only surprising that the boy managed to stumble upon their little hole in the wall. Much like the little Norwegian bar from earlier, the park was neither particularly noticeable nor well advertised, and yet the mutants kept on coming. Leon couldn't help but suspect that mutants were unconsciously directed toward one another. Anything else just didn't make sense to him. "Uh, yeah, sure." Leon said to the artifact from a time long since passed. He didn't really recognize Keita anymore, being that it had been almost a decade since they were close. When Leon saw Keita, he saw his scars.There was no other remnant of his old life and if Leon had his way, he would just forget about it all and yet, here he was. Here. He. Was. "Good to see you," Leon smiled, ducking and slipping out from under Tollnak's arm, spinning on his heels. "Christ, Odin, Thor, Osiris, the Holy Spirit," Leon muttered, stepping to the water's edge by Aeria, "One of you help me."
 
Leon bent down by her, putting his hand by his mouth, using his teeth to take the glove off and dragged his hand through the water, the water feeling surprisingly cold along the ridges on his hand. It was a byproduct of the nerve damage though, his ability to sense temperature practically shot in some parts of his body. He cupped his hand, a small globe of water forming in his hand which he brought to his lips, taking a long slow drink. The globe dropping away from his hand when the muscles relaxed. He gave a shake of his hand, droplets of water falling away and in a quick motion, he slid the glove back onto his hand, covering the scars once more. "You sensed it too, didn't you?" Leon spoke, in almost a whisper to Aeria. "Did you catch his scent?" Leon asked quickly, hoping that she had. Not that he was comfortable with the idea that there was some person stalking them, but he needed to know if he was still sane or not. Keita alone was enough to make him question the state of his mind. This new entity, whomever it was, was enough to make Leon wonder if he was sharp as a knife or completely mad.