"Don't have flashlights," Nida shrugged. "And the powder extends from them in a cloud. So as frustrating as it is, a bit more complicated."

Granted he didn't know exactly how he'd deal with them if he wound up near them. But did it matter? The young man seems completely unbothered by the idea that he might lose memories to them. Sort of just a fact of life for him. Memories aren't his to keep. Well, they are now, but he doesn't know what to do with that fact.