The pirate remains still, standing as if he'd become a monument of memories rather than a living, breathing man. It isn't that he doesn't feel joy or relief in hearing the familiar voice of Harkness behind him, or that he's being referred to in such an endearing way, but his knees are locked and his feet do not move for his eyes look on at the house in front of them.

At a snail's pace does his head move, slowly falling as his vision looks away to the ground below, no longer caught in the spell of memories that had kept them there. A single hand raises to the bridge of his nose, a single finger extending as it brushes just above his upper lip, wiping away something obstructed with his back turned to the fellow Hero.

"Zelda's gone.. How many others have left since I got turned to crystal?"