Videogames remembers Snowbound.
It's weird to think about how they're gone. Their lone ally. And then, Videogames .. uh ... zombified, woke up, and then his home was gone, and so were they. The world shifted while he was gone, irrevocably, and there's nothing he can do about it.
He doesn't think about it. He doesn't think about a lot of things. It's easier than confronting the issue, acknowledging that he feels things. It's better that way.
A flash of movement. Videogames' ears prick -- he hadn't been paying attention to where he was going. He's near the border, he thinks. An outsider, or a patrolling clanmate? The serval shouldn't worry about it much. He shouldn't. He makes sure it's not an outsider, and he leaves.
"Oh, hey, Rin!" Spoiler alert, he doesn't. He shifts his face into something like pleased surprise, and beams, trotting after her. Stupid of him, unable to resist talking when he sees someone, literally anyone. He's not even sure why -- it's not like he hadn't spent a majority of his life doing exactly that. Avoiding people, hiding behind his mentor. Hiding from the world. "What're you doing out here?" A near rhetorical question -- she was patrolling, presumably. It did, however, suit his purposes to ask. Gauge her response, whether or not she's open to conversation, and debate his course of action. Something generic and easy to forget, should he decide to leave.
Generic. That's what Videogames was supposed to be.