Hey, what if Wilford doesn’t remember anything about his origins. He’s too far gone. He wants to be close friends with Dark but he doesn’t know why. He’s been told his view of death is incorrect, but it’s all he’s ever known! He’s got a thing for guns, but that’s normal right, everybody uses a shooty from time to time. And of course, he’s generally reluctant to change his style, though he doesn’t exactly remember when he realized he felt most comfortable in the dress shirt and slacks and suspenders.
Meanwhile, Dark is there, knowing, watching his old friend lose himself completely and deciding it’s better if he doesn’t know what made him who he is.