black sand, black heart

She responded in his native tongue and clearly understood what he was saying, yet someone remained wish-washy all the same. Like she wasn't able to put much thought into it, as if there was nothing for her to fall back onto. Very strange. She went onto to claim someone had stolen her memories, speaking as if they were tangible things a person could steal and Hattori's eyes narrowed. Unsure of what she was getting at, if she wasn't speaking nonsense.

Following her line of sight, he eyed the creaking remains of the raft. It appeared it was all she had left, everything else gone and forgotten. It was a sad fate and yet Hattori had never been the overly empathetic sort, her problems were her own and not his.

"What does that mean?"