Admittedly, he hadn't really thought much of Martin these past few weeks. Koltira told him he had died, and aside thinking about it for a few minutes, Eridan wasn't all that bothered about the whole thing, completely forgetting about it after he went off on his own for a while just before the bombing had started.

In fact, he still hadn't remembered. He had other things on his mind and it wasn't until he spotted the familiar figure outside during a little excursion out of the hold he recalled having not seen the guy in weeks, though it was surprisingly difficult to actually place it as that withdrawn, sad little figure he was so used to Martin being, but familiar enough to avoid passing him by entirely, instead approaching him by his makeshift seating.

"Mar?"