[He doesn't respond, thoughts turned inward to try and track down the anomaly here. His recollections, or Stephen's apparent non-lies that don't match up. He lifts his hands preparatory to placing them in his customary thinking position and the slight sting of his left hand causes him to pause.
He turns that hand palm up, revealing words scratched into the skin using scab and blood for a record.]
No memory. Death price. Read tablet, talk to John.
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He turns that hand palm up, revealing words scratched into the skin using scab and blood for a record.]
No memory. Death price. Read tablet, talk to John.