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Dallas shrugged in reply to Erik's comments. [color=darkorange]"It's not like I've forgotten my whole life. I just don't remember my family. If they're alive out there then they'll recognize me even if I don't remember them. If they're dead then... I guess it's better to forget."[/color] He finished off a blood pack and tossed it to the side. Dallas was not as fast of a healer as the other revenants in the group. His arm would probably be done healing by the time the party reached the mistle. 

Dallas was marching just ahead of Erik. Although he was a bit anxious about giving up the rear watch, he knew better than to question Erik's decision. The boss's fighting style made him more suited to the role from a tactical point of view. Desmond and himself were holding the center of the formation. Desmond was the designated marksman. Akaia and Poppy had an eye on things from the air. It was a very safe arrangement. All Dallas had to do was chop up anything that got to close to the others. 

[color=darkorange][i]Karaoke huh? Didn't the microphone go missing after Desmond's welcoming party a couple weeks ago?[/i][/color] Dallas briefly recalled a few of his team mates trying to dodge the microphone. Someone might have hidden it. Dallas thought the Commune's taste in music was... interesting. Especially Lysandra's. What the heck is synthwave anyways? 

Dallas was so busy watching out for Lost and reminiscing about that party that he accidentally tripped on a pebble again.