Togusa’s shock doesn’t dissipate at all with those words, focusing in on before anything else. The implications are impossible to ignore. His back rows of teeth click together, a vain attempt at control. “The man Retrospec is making me see.” The words are firm, not inviting any argument on his belief about the separation between him and this other man. Not now. “You. Remember him.”
“And you didn’t tell me.”
There it is, there’s the hurt, but it’s so brief, buried again swiftly. Mariko is a woman that likes her secrets, but about this? “We’re supposed to be working together on this.”
There is an avalanche of questions. What is he like? Is he still human? How much more is he going to ‘convert’ to match up with that man’s physicality? What were they doing? Why do so many of his memories contradict each other?
Why Mariko?
That’s the one his mind finally stops on, and the slow look back and forth meets her eyes again. “But I dont remember you. Or anyone like you.” Not her. Someone else. “What was he doing? A- briefing? On what?”
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Re: 6/2 - Text
Date: 2018-06-04 10:47 pm (UTC)“And you didn’t tell me.”
There it is, there’s the hurt, but it’s so brief, buried again swiftly. Mariko is a woman that likes her secrets, but about this? “We’re supposed to be working together on this.”
There is an avalanche of questions. What is he like? Is he still human? How much more is he going to ‘convert’ to match up with that man’s physicality? What were they doing? Why do so many of his memories contradict each other?
Why Mariko?
That’s the one his mind finally stops on, and the slow look back and forth meets her eyes again. “But I dont remember you. Or anyone like you.” Not her. Someone else. “What was he doing? A- briefing? On what?”