IC Inbox: In the Night

[worthallthis]

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[mindofathief]

"What's HYDRA?" A restart on humanity like Tazmily was? A school? "I...don't think so. Apparently, the town bell was meant to be a way to make sure those memory changes stuck, but after a few months, I don't think I remember much in detail."

Vague feelings that something was wrong, but no visions of a past life.

"Of course, maybe it's because I don't have too many memories of my old life, and childhood memories don't really pay attention to the world around me."

[worthallthis]

It's possible that only the serum's healing effects make Soldat's memories come back at the rate they are. Who knows how brain-frying works out in the real world, on real people. They nod. "HYDRA was. A secret organization. I was their assassin. They wanted to make everyone in the world follow them. They took my memories, programmed me, made me think I was nothing but theirs. Memories are coming back now. Slow and in pieces. It's been. A big thing. Thought maybe yours might come back, too, with enough time."

[mindofathief]

"They-" He jerks his head up. There was the memory removal of Tazmily, and then there was...Claus.

"I knew someone like that. He became an empty shell. They said it was like he had no heart."

[worthallthis]

"Yes." Soldat nods. "That. That's a good way to describe it. For a long time. Dying brought me here, and now I'm. Getting better?" It still seems a little awkward to call it "getting better". But everyone else has been pretty emphatic about it. "Not getting my brain fried every few days helps a lot."

[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.”