[color=0072bc][b]NEMO ALTARE[/b][/color]

[color=0054a6]"Physical strength will help you survive the titans, but it's strength of the mind that will help you survive the military..."[/color], the boy replies calmly, finally catching a glimpse of his spot from a midst the crowd. His glance turned back towards the girl. Noting her improved state, he smiled faintly, [color=0054a6]"And I'm no one, by the way...just think of me like that for now..."[/color] He holds out a hand, offering it kindly, [color=0054a6]"...and perhaps later you'll figure out the rest."[/color]

His goggles searched her, trying to identify, though ultimately...failing. It seemed odd, what had taken hold of her...but he supposed it couldn't be helped. 

...they were, after all, only human.

A pain of regret strikes him, and Nemo quickly withdraws the handshake, turning away from Caroline. All traces of his previous extension seemed to fade from his face, and indeed, his entire body, creating the ghost he was once more. And with that, the visage melded into the crowd, drifting out of sight among the currents of naivety, hope...and identity.