Steven smiles very faintly at that, appreciating Axel's pep talk even if it's hard to swallow after so many months of this misery. He stops picking at his thorns and plays with his hair instead. He folds his other arm around his knees.

"I just wish I could remember them better..."

He has so many vague notions of people, but so much of it has been eroded with time, replaced with memories of the horrors that had happened in between. He just has to hope that they'll know him, and that he'll remember them when he's given the chance.