Nyir started to answer truthfully, but paused. A sinking feeling made its way into her gut. Did she have a morally responsibility as a hero to tell him who he really was, or to teach him to be good? "Uhhh," she started, glancing away. "No, no you're a hero."
James glanced up at her like a child on Christmas, being offered one more big present after many smaller ones.
"Really? What type of good did I do?" He asked sweetly, his eyes wide as he gazed at her with a grin on his face.
"Oh, you did a lot of…rescue missions," she decided. "Rescuing hostages, stopping suicides. The people's hero."
"I sounded like a good person," He observed with a big, goofy smile on his broad face. "You don't seem to like me much, though." His smiled faded a little.
Nyir shrugged lightly. "I don't really like anyone. Bad habit of mine, but no fault of yours." It was becoming increasingly easier to lie.
James blinked a couple times, looking visibly confused. "That doesn't sound right." He tilted his head just a little. "Are you sure? You don't look like you're so convinced?"
"Sure about what?" she said, trying to avoid his question with one of her own. "I'm sure I distrust most people. I can count on one hand the people I trust." That part wasn't a lie.
James rose his eyebrows in visible confusion and just looked down at the couch, his face literally painted in a 'what?'. "Alright… I guess." He took another sip of his coffee, sort of zoning out.
"Don't think too hard, you'll hurt yourself," she mumbled. "Or, if you're going to think, start trying to remember your real name, and maybe someone I could contact for you."
"I don't think you like me too much," He finally concluded after emerging himself in thought. "I don't know my name. I don't even think I have a phone anymore." He shrugged helplessly.
"Did you at one point have a phone?" Nyir lifted an eyebrow. Maybe she could go out to where he'd fallen and look around for it. That is, if it had survived the fall and was in better shape than its owner.
James shrugged like a child, even making the "mm-mm" noise that came with it. In reality, he did have a phone, but there was no way it was still out in the rain and survived that huge fall.
"That's not promising," she sighed, finishing her coffee with one last resigned gulp. "I've decided that until which time you regain your memories," hopefully soon, "then you'll stay here." She hoped she wouldn't live to regret those words.
"Oh, thanks," He responded dully, shuffling awkwardly in place. "I'm sorry I don't remember anything." He ducked his head like an embarrassed child.
"Mmm," she hummed. "It's not like it's your fault you got pushed off a roof." She decided that she'd investigate that as soon as possible. No hero would push a villain off a roof and leave them to die. That meant that a villain had turned on him, or something else had gone wrong. The mystery was suddenly interesting.
James tilted his head up at her again. "Why did I get pushed off? You didn't do it, did you? You saved me, right?" He was asking many, many questions. But he liked asking them. He was like a child who just learned how to talk coherently.
"I wish I knew," she sighed, "but no, I didn't push you. I'm a hero too. We don't really do that."
"Right, right. Sorry." He chuckled. "Who do you think did it?" He asked, tilting his head back and forth dog-like.
"I wish I knew." Nyir's expression hardened. "I don't know if you had enemies. Once you remember something –anything about your past, I'll figure out who did this to you."
"Well every hero has an enemy, right?" He asked with a smile. "Don't you have one?" He gestured towards her with a hand, accentuating his point.
Nyir glanced away. "I have multiple." She narrowed her eyes at him. "None of mine have pushed me off a roof as of yet."
James' grin faded slightly at her glare. "Oh. Okay. So you don't know the enemies I have?" He squirmed under her cold eyes.
"I have no idea," she admitted. "Most heroes rarely meet each other," bit of a lie, "so this is the first time we've really spoken," bit more of a lie. "I wouldn't know who has it out for you."
"Oh. Will you be going to go find the person who pushed me off?" He tilted his head the other way, his neck bobbing under his head comfortably. "Cus I don't think that's smart. You might get hurt."
"Well I've got to get to the bottom of this," she said with an uncaring shrug. She'd never had much of a stopping sense before, so why stop now? "It's what heroes do. We seek out justice."