"Gotham," he says, voice low and rough. The memories getting stronger, becoming many where there had been few. He remembers pulling her into his lap, her hands pushing off his goggles as their lips met. Riddick remembers scaring her, trying to keep her safe, mixed up thoughts for a mixed up city.

It's nothing that should have happened. His muscles are tense, needing every bit of his legendary willpower in that moment. "It was called Gotham."