"Nice to meet you. I'm usually way more fun, though, so let's say next time we run into each other is a real first impression, huh?"

So that's another thing they have in common, that use of another name. Hawks doesn't care these days; his hero name is pretty sweet, after all. But these are weird things to realise you have in common with someone.

Hawks can't make the connection to the skull and this weird compulsion either, but whatever.

"Man, you said it," he says, hopping off the sand with the help of his wings more than actually standing like a regular person. His wings are second nature now, though.

"Let's head back to town. Looks like some fog's rolling in, and this seems like a bad place to get stuck."