IC Inbox: In the Night

[worthallthis]

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[mindofathief]

"Yeah. That would do it." He scrolled through his list of music. "It wasn't that painful for me. I got all of my memories stolen the same way once, but all that did to me was make me confused."

[worthallthis]

"Good." The last thing Soldat would want is anyone else to go through the Chair. Seems like that would be pretty inefficient for a whole population, anyway-- have to do them one at a time, and they'd probably protest as soon as they saw the first person go through it anyway. Duster's world probably has magic or something for that sort of thing. "I. Hope you get them back sometime. If you want them."

[mindofathief]

He smiles at Soldat. “I hope. It’d answer a lot of questions about where I came from.” Unlike his close friends, there was more to his history than what he experienced on the Nowhere Islands. He could find similarities between himself and others if he knew what his world used to be like.

“We’ll just have to find the time.”