[He's done with using weapons, using blades and guns and knuckles. The only real weapon he carries with himself these days is his evasiveness and his dodging. As demonstrated now with how doesn't answer her question and mentions instead that they were somewhere in America. Not too far from a major city but still a good distance from it.

Takes a step closer to her. Moving away from the dead and departed to the living and the current. It was good to see her again despite the odd circumstances. She's hurt but she's tough. Won't stop him fretting all the same.]

People no longer important. [There's a sense of tired amusement when he answers her question in that vague manner of his.] Was just dropping by here to pay them my respects. They helped me out in a lot of situations before.

Least I can do was say hello. Seems like a terrible thing to just be forgotten.