< 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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[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.