[in response, they give a slight bow back - more a nod of the head than anything, but the sentiment is there.]
< Yes. I'm here to listen and learn. >
[and not touch anything they don't understand. not while someone's looking, anyway. Yujin can lead the way, for now Dante's just observing, a very quiet ticking occasionally coming from them in the same way that someone might give little hms of understanding or acknowledgement. if they had eyes, they'd be darting around to mirror how their vision is taking it all in.
if one has to be injured, this isn't a bad place to do it in.]
[The tour's a quick one. The infirmary is well stocked but not massive, and although he's capable of using most of the machines in here by now, Yujin's still from a ways back in time. He still leaves some of the more, er, futuristic items to Dr. McCoy and Nurse Marta.
It's reassuring, actually: it's been a long time since he's had to do anything resembling teaching.
Once they've run through where all the supplies and devices are...]
--There's also separate working spaces for more general tinkering and lab work, but as far as the infirmary itself goes, that should be all. Do you have any questions, Dante-san?
[tinkering. well, it is more likely that they need an engineer than a doctor if something happens to this head, but beyond that, it feels like they actually have a handle on this, which gives them some deep relief when it comes to the future. they're going to need to sit and read the mission dossiers at some point, to get up to speed, but that can be a tonight problem. or whatever counts as night.]
< Is it possible to get a first aid kit to take on missions? Just in case something happens, not because I'm planning on it. >
[a short pause.]
< I also have another question, but it's regarding my own history. >
[as did a number of others, Dante. they could bring up the neuroscience, but firstly...]
< I realize it's a long shot, but I was wondering if anything here might help prevent something like that from happening again. Or if you had any experience with treating those who'd gone through it. >
[A chuckle.] Difficult not to. Newt has a way of getting the entire station's attention, when he cares to.
[There's a subtle shift in Yujin's demeanor at that question, the slightest retreat from his magnanimous nature. He should have that experience-- given the traumatic injury that Kazuma Asogi had endured-- but for all the distance still between them, he doesn't.]
That depends. [At least he can put on his pathologist's hat for this one, either way.] Do you know what kind of injury caused your amnesia initially?
[if a clock can look sheepish, they do, the body language all coming together to it. they really hadn't thought they'd need to explain this, especially since they're no researcher, but they'll go with the basics, which is as much as they know, anyway.]
< The technology in the city that I come from is fairly advanced. Some things that might seem completely fantastical, defying known laws or reason...they become possible, through the right application of the right tech. Like replacing one's head, if something happens to the original. >
[The amount of things he's witnessed these last months, things he'd previously thought impossible before joining the Ximilia's crew, has only grown and grown. Why not replacing a person's head entirely-- like popping a beheaded toy soldier's top back on?
There's a brief pause as he tucks the mechanics away for later. What matters is that he believes it. How can he not, when it's right in front of him?]
From my own perspective, any number of injuries to the head and brain could cause memory loss. Knowing that will be crucial in treating your case, Dante-san.
< I suppose I'll have to wait and see if any of them want to come back to enlighten me, then. If I had more information, I'd gladly give it. >
[because it could be an injury, or it could be forces beyond their understanding, a side effect of a process gone wrong. they don't know, and that scares them more than anything - the idea that it could just happen again.
there has to be another way to recover the memories. but anything in their mind leads back to allowing someone to open up this head and pry in there, and when there's no City technicians to fix it - no Faust for research, no Vergilius with knowledge - they don't want to go down that road.]
< So far, nothing seems to be slipping, even though I'm keeping notes as a backup. If anything changes, however, I'll try and put myself in the infirmary's hands. >
[Their plight stirs Yujin's sympathy. Living in that haze of doubt, not truly knowing yourself, with no easy way back to the light-- it's a terrifying thought, and an experience he doesn't envy.
(What must Kazuma have felt like in the deepest depths of his own amnesia, he wonders?)]
Well, if anything comes back to you, [Yujin replies gently,] be sure to tell one of us when you can. We'll simply have to monitor your symptoms, if there are any, and address them as they come. For now, the notes are a good idea.
[They do seem to be perfectly stable, minus... the clock head, and the amnesia.]
You mentioned you were being attacked. Is there anything else you remember?
Then I am, at least, glad you are with us, Dante-san.
[He sighs, too-- actually sighs, anyway-- and rubs his chin thoughtfully.]
I'd ordinarily suggest trying to jog your memory with something familiar, but... so far from home, the point seems moot. We really will have to just wait.
I wish I had a more promising answer for you, unfortunately.
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< Yes. I'm here to listen and learn. >
[and not touch anything they don't understand. not while someone's looking, anyway. Yujin can lead the way, for now Dante's just observing, a very quiet ticking occasionally coming from them in the same way that someone might give little hms of understanding or acknowledgement. if they had eyes, they'd be darting around to mirror how their vision is taking it all in.
if one has to be injured, this isn't a bad place to do it in.]
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It's reassuring, actually: it's been a long time since he's had to do anything resembling teaching.
Once they've run through where all the supplies and devices are...]
--There's also separate working spaces for more general tinkering and lab work, but as far as the infirmary itself goes, that should be all. Do you have any questions, Dante-san?
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< Is it possible to get a first aid kit to take on missions? Just in case something happens, not because I'm planning on it. >
[a short pause.]
< I also have another question, but it's regarding my own history. >
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[But, speaking of history, he HAD wanted to ask them...]
Is it to do with your amnesia at all?
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[as did a number of others, Dante. they could bring up the neuroscience, but firstly...]
< I realize it's a long shot, but I was wondering if anything here might help prevent something like that from happening again. Or if you had any experience with treating those who'd gone through it. >
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[There's a subtle shift in Yujin's demeanor at that question, the slightest retreat from his magnanimous nature. He should have that experience-- given the traumatic injury that Kazuma Asogi had endured-- but for all the distance still between them, he doesn't.]
That depends. [At least he can put on his pathologist's hat for this one, either way.] Do you know what kind of injury caused your amnesia initially?
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[a small pause.]
< What I do know is that supposedly, I'll get my memories back if I can find where my original head went. >
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Your... head?
[HUH]
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[they're beginning to realize how much that isn't really apparent to people. it's...
well, at least no one has started making unkind comments yet.]
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I, ah... I'd assumed it was a mask, or... your original head...
[he massages a temple, and gives them a Very tired look.]
Forgive me, but-- how is that even possible?
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< The technology in the city that I come from is fairly advanced. Some things that might seem completely fantastical, defying known laws or reason...they become possible, through the right application of the right tech. Like replacing one's head, if something happens to the original. >
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[The amount of things he's witnessed these last months, things he'd previously thought impossible before joining the Ximilia's crew, has only grown and grown. Why not replacing a person's head entirely-- like popping a beheaded toy soldier's top back on?
There's a brief pause as he tucks the mechanics away for later. What matters is that he believes it. How can he not, when it's right in front of him?]
From my own perspective, any number of injuries to the head and brain could cause memory loss. Knowing that will be crucial in treating your case, Dante-san.
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[because it could be an injury, or it could be forces beyond their understanding, a side effect of a process gone wrong. they don't know, and that scares them more than anything - the idea that it could just happen again.
there has to be another way to recover the memories. but anything in their mind leads back to allowing someone to open up this head and pry in there, and when there's no City technicians to fix it - no Faust for research, no Vergilius with knowledge - they don't want to go down that road.]
< So far, nothing seems to be slipping, even though I'm keeping notes as a backup. If anything changes, however, I'll try and put myself in the infirmary's hands. >
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(What must Kazuma have felt like in the deepest depths of his own amnesia, he wonders?)]
Well, if anything comes back to you, [Yujin replies gently,] be sure to tell one of us when you can. We'll simply have to monitor your symptoms, if there are any, and address them as they come. For now, the notes are a good idea.
[They do seem to be perfectly stable, minus... the clock head, and the amnesia.]
You mentioned you were being attacked. Is there anything else you remember?
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[they fold their arms, a small ti-tick coming as if to vaguely mimic a sigh.]
< That night's in pieces, but I did get out intact in the end. >
[the bus, and the strange arrivals. but those arrivals are why their heart is still in their chest.]
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[He sighs, too-- actually sighs, anyway-- and rubs his chin thoughtfully.]
I'd ordinarily suggest trying to jog your memory with something familiar, but... so far from home, the point seems moot. We really will have to just wait.
I wish I had a more promising answer for you, unfortunately.