Unfortunately, even if it pains him, and it shows in the way his right arm holds itself so tightly to him, he's still trying to push through it. Doing his best to steady himself and think rather than focus on the ache of it. He shakes his head, trying to loosen his own hold on his arm. ]
Flood of cosmoelectromagnetic waves is what result in a galactic storm. Our scheduled missions on Thursdays are one of those things that we manage to help clear those storms. [ He seems to get sharing that just fine. Though, he blinks a little, a bit puzzled. ] Our colleagues?
[ Just a bit more reassurance. They are both in the same mindset here that it is better for him to look at it than not. So, he will, thoroughly looking through the list of names with a look of concentration but.
His hand grips just a bit firmer, with the faintest of tugs as he winces and he closes his eyes with a deep frown. When his eyes open again, he stares tiredly a bit off.] ...It feels vaguely familiar. I should know this.
[it's a little awkward in the way that she just isn't used to doing it and therefore isn't sure how to, but she strokes his hand with her thumb when he winces.]
But you don't. [she finishes, quietly.] ... Metis, you know your real name still, yes? You don't need to tell it to me. But you are not your callsign any more than I am mine.
[ The fact she tries doesn't go unnoticed, his hand gently squeezing. He appreciates it nevertheless.]
..I do remember my name. My life before here. [ A brief pause, giving her a small smile. Callsigns... ] No, we are not.
[ A small glance at the roster until he closes his eyes again. ] I can remember my previous crew's Callsigns even if I cannot remember their names right now. ..A bit more time and just, maybe I can remember something. It is hard to say. I am trying to be hopeful.
[that's a relief. she exhales - releases a breath she wasn't aware she was holding.
she nods, a little.]
... Alright. [she says, finally.] I suppose all we can do is wait.
[which she hates!! wow she hates waiting!! but. she doesn't have any other choice, and she doesn't like seeing him so obviously in pain, so she doesn't push it that hard.]
I don't like that your memories have been stolen from you. [...] And it makes me wonder why they have been.
[ He can understand. When it would be much easier to get answers now, because not everyone is willing to wait centuries for the right moment and. Anyways. ]
There is a reason for it, I'm certain. Not that I could possibly fathom why. Though, if it were that easy, I suppose I'd be able to give those answers here and now. [ It's clearly troubling, and he continues to frown, wishing he could provide more. ]
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Unfortunately, even if it pains him, and it shows in the way his right arm holds itself so tightly to him, he's still trying to push through it. Doing his best to steady himself and think rather than focus on the ache of it. He shakes his head, trying to loosen his own hold on his arm. ]
Flood of cosmoelectromagnetic waves is what result in a galactic storm. Our scheduled missions on Thursdays are one of those things that we manage to help clear those storms. [ He seems to get sharing that just fine. Though, he blinks a little, a bit puzzled. ] Our colleagues?
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... Yes. I have a list of names I'd like to show you, but then we're going to take a break.
[or else,]
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Ah... A roster found within the MedBay I take?
[ This is going to be a long day. But he will nod, it's okay. He wants to see. ]
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[but she will pull out said roster - she's written the names out on paper because she doesn't know how to use the IRIS. be thankful she can text.
she's also holding his hand, and will not let go.]
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[ Just a bit more reassurance. They are both in the same mindset here that it is better for him to look at it than not. So, he will, thoroughly looking through the list of names with a look of concentration but.
His hand grips just a bit firmer, with the faintest of tugs as he winces and he closes his eyes with a deep frown. When his eyes open again, he stares tiredly a bit off.] ...It feels vaguely familiar. I should know this.
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But you don't. [she finishes, quietly.] ... Metis, you know your real name still, yes? You don't need to tell it to me. But you are not your callsign any more than I am mine.
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..I do remember my name. My life before here. [ A brief pause, giving her a small smile. Callsigns... ] No, we are not.
[ A small glance at the roster until he closes his eyes again. ] I can remember my previous crew's Callsigns even if I cannot remember their names right now. ..A bit more time and just, maybe I can remember something. It is hard to say. I am trying to be hopeful.
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she nods, a little.]
... Alright. [she says, finally.] I suppose all we can do is wait.
[which she hates!! wow she hates waiting!! but. she doesn't have any other choice, and she doesn't like seeing him so obviously in pain, so she doesn't push it that hard.]
I don't like that your memories have been stolen from you. [...] And it makes me wonder why they have been.
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[ He can understand. When it would be much easier to get answers now, because not everyone is willing to wait centuries for the right moment and. Anyways. ]
There is a reason for it, I'm certain. Not that I could possibly fathom why. Though, if it were that easy, I suppose I'd be able to give those answers here and now. [ It's clearly troubling, and he continues to frown, wishing he could provide more. ]