[ Signing up to test drugs seemed like a somewhat reasonable thing to do. He used to test his own drugs out on himself without being completely certain what the effects would be. If there is a call to arms, he believed it would be fine to join in. The betterment of the city is preferred over any selfishness that he could feel.

Is this perhaps some sense of responsibility or guilt that he has? Maybe. Probably. Yes.

Yet he stumbles through the streets. He lifts his head up as he twists it around, hearing and knowing. It's a familiar call. Someone comes up to him; he turns slightly towards them. His eyes widen before re-focusing; he remembers this man. They were in the same clan together. ]

Ah, khayaala. [ He calls to him; his voice is heavy with an unknown emotion. He calls him "brother" in his language, because if they are in the same clan, that is what they are. His chest aches and he tips his head slightly. ] Can you hear it?

The city calls. It tells me to go somewhere.

[ Artemy makes a vague gesture down one of the streets. ]

I did not think another would accept me, but it does... for good or ill, it accepts me.