[His response is delayed, but not for the reason Tseng suggests in the second message — it is because of a closeness to home, like a splinter of glass pushed beneath the armor of skin. It has been long enough he'd expected these wounds healed, even as he knows better, as other situations have agitated parts of his past. Their resurfacing is no surprise, but the ache of soreness helps little — reading over Tseng's precise words, so clearly picked to the bone of emotion so that only the anesthetized story is left.
Dissociative amnesia. A war against his own people by the acting government to which he belonged. He's told Tseng how the man reminds him of another person significant to his life. It feels more overwhelming, in this moment, than he anticipates.]
You're correct — I was the one who said I wanted to know more about you. And you're already aware that I prefer honesty. There's nothing you could tell me that would change my mind about you. You are a good man.
Do you wish that you could remember? Your childhood, and the place you called home.
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Dissociative amnesia. A war against his own people by the acting government to which he belonged. He's told Tseng how the man reminds him of another person significant to his life. It feels more overwhelming, in this moment, than he anticipates.]
You're correct — I was the one who said I wanted to know more about you. And you're already aware that I prefer honesty. There's nothing you could tell me that would change my mind about you. You are a good man.
Do you wish that you could remember? Your childhood, and the place you called home.