[ Maruki settles down into sitting cross-legged, as low down as Omori is hunched over. His hands remain steadfast over Omori's shaking shoulders. ]

He didn't forget about you because you didn't mean anything to him, Omori. His memory has been manipulated by this place.

[ A tight squeeze, a broken sympathy in his tone. ]

He wouldn't ever willingly forget you. I'm sure of that.