The voice startled him, but he attempted to keep his surprised jerk as minimal as possible. Still, he was sure it was warranted considering the circumstances. The man was right, and Atem's hand immediately found his pocket where the egg stuck out awkwardly. He really shouldn't have tried to shove it in there. "I fear it might explode if I try to put it back." He finally said, tone having lost some of its commanding edge due to the sheer volume of bodies around him. It was too similar to the last night of his life.
"Curiosity killed the cat, isn't that what they say?" A pause, almost as if he was meaning to elaborate. He didn't. Instead he caught himself watching the other man toss the egg and catch it, suddenly terrified it would meet the floor before his waiting hands. "It might also explode if you break it you know." He supplied quickly, wishing his tone didn't have a slight hint of panic to it. The eggs unsettled him, and he decided a change of subject might be in order.

"These people. I remember them warmly, but I don't remember them at all." His tone was soft this time, and he glanced at the body of the girl he'd knelt near when he arrived. He was certain he knew them, he felt the tangible sadness one feels at the death of a friend and yet- Atem sighed, pulling his gaze back to the other man and away from the blood and gore of the world around them. "Feelings like that point to this being my home after all, but my heart disagrees. I ruled over an entire land, I know what it feels like to mourn a stranger. These people do not feel like strangers; Yet when I try to recall them directly I can't. That itself is very strange, is it not?"