Ankyra Sound time's the thief of memory

If he could recall his days with the Redhawks, eager to prove himself and win the many childish bets granted to him by his brother, he would have seen a similarity here and been charmed. Firefly had no kin; or if he did, they had been knocked out of his mind by his assailant. The concept of a family seemed strange to the lone wolf now — but he thought of the sibling duo that had aided him, and how he could continue their work here on the beach. Give back to the universe that saw fit to keep him alive. It was worth a shot.

Alright, he agreed, and side-stepped in his awkward way so that he didn't bump the boy as he passed him, heading deeper in to the cave. I'm.. I call myself Firefly, he murmured as a means of introduction; that word was one of the few things he could recall after being rescued by Nettle, and it had stuck. What came before that was a mystery but for the lone wolf, it didn't matter much.