"You remind me of my brother."
"…What?" Lane blinked, staring at Nyla, utterly confused. He would have faltered in his steps, if he was walking…
But he wasn't. Instead, he was hovering over ground, moved forward with Nyla's ability, as they made their way through the partially destroyed hallways, heading toward the Gate. He wasn't supposed to move too much - or at all - with his injuries, after all. While they managed to stop the bleeding to some extent, by wrapping Lane's back with spare clothes he had found in his spatial bag, cut into strips to turn them into makeshift bandages, his condition was still grave, his fate uncertain.
That was not the point though! What Nyla just said…
Lane scoffed inwardly, as he said, "I didn't know you had a brother."
"…You didn't? But, back at the party…"