Steel fell silent as much because they were in the hall as he had nothing to say. He was ninety percent sure now that Lee was someone he did know. He felt strangely happy when Lee said he cared for him. Hadn't stopped caring even though Steel couldn't remember him. Remembering the feelings that came to him when he first saw Lee's tattoo, he figured he also cared about the other man. Why? Why everything? There were too many questions to properly answer. He hoped he was actually making progress with his memories, but he wasn't really the person who could best say that.

When he was left in the obnoxiously white room with a person named Zen, Steel kept his head down and let himself be patched up. He didn't need to try hard to appear angry and in pain, though the emotions were completely unrelated to the wounds on his back. He didn't pay attention to time while he was there and only came out of his thoughts when someone grabbed his arm and dragged him to his feet. He was taken back to his cell and he dropped down onto the ground that was starting to get familiar. He stretched out on his stomach, ignoring how his back still stung. He still had a lot of thinking to do.