Dark Matter looked down. Now he really wasn't sure what to do. He could give his advice, but a fat lot of help that would do, since he had no idea what he was getting into. He ignored Aria's comment about their previous conversation, as he told her, he forgot about it. "I can't say i have a solution to this. But I feel a certain... Familiarity with this guy. I dunno why. It's like I've seen him before, and we've met or something. Maybe I'm just crazy. Hah! But anyways, what I think he needs to do is... Control this power of his. I know, that sounds real general in a sort of "No shit Sherlock way', but let me explain." In the event that they would be here for a while, Dark matter produced a couple of bean bag chairs for the the three. When Dark Matter sat on his, it looked like someone put two bean bag chairs on top of one another.
"I don't think you guys can suppress his power, and he doesn't know enough about it to embrace it. So he needs to learn. He needs to... Well, he needs to stop fighting it. I'm not saying he should give up, but he needs to stop pushing it away. Resist, sure, but only because he needs control of his facilities. When Michael here wakes up, he needs to try to find this voice in his head and ask it some questions, get some answers. In case that thing makes him turn evil or something, maybe because it's tempting him or trying to control his mind, that's where you and me come in. Since he knows you, you'll play his moral support. And if somehow he forgets about you again and attacks, that's where I come in and put him dow- Put a stop to him." Dark Matter replaced his last few words; he didn't want Aria to think that he'll kill Michael. Granted, Dark Matter would if he had to, but he's trying to help this time.
"But that will have to happen another day. A lot has happened now, and I'm sure everyone needs their rest. You got a place for yourself and him? I could fine you a room or something. Won't be the best, but at least you won't be slumming it in the streets."