Blue lifts his gaze back over to Yuri, still looking rather lost even in the face of that advice. How does one find their way to the means of marching forward with such ease? It's not as if he is without burden - that glimmer of memory's proof enough of that, even if Blue hasn't wholly parsed it yet.

Youth has a lot of benefits, doesn't it? Stronger legs and hearts, sometimes less to carry...

He makes a faint, understanding sound, lowering his hand, moving forward once again.