[Yeah, so she looks more than a little put out, but at least she brushed her hair. This video is brought to you by confused irritation, and the discovery that EVERY LAST BIT OF FOOD is absent from her pantry
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But it seems as if he is telling the truth. [So far.]
I understand this place often plays tricks? [Come on, there were golems!] It has stolen my memories, then. Played with the insides of my head and taken from me.
Just because you're related to someone doesn't mean they won't shoot you when an opportunity to their advantage presents itself.
It often does play tricks. I gained memories. You lost yours. I assume we're not the only people with such troubles. Life is rarely fair, here or elsewhere.
[She frowns. Well, he does seem a little nervous and shifty. Weaselly, even. But she has no memories of him doing anything to actually give reason for doubt.]
Again, you are correct in this.
I certainly hope not. [Everyone should have troubles. Right now. Or they should be trying to fix hers. Starting with this memory business.] I should like to change that, if I can.
If I can do anything at all for you, please let me know. [Because allies can't hurt, right? And he isn't sure exactly where her head is but like this she seems pretty non threatening.]
I'm afraid my talents don't lie in memory retrieval, however. More in...combat.
A bit o the first and the last. I'm a Turk. We're bodyguards sometimes but we specialize in combative situations no one else wants. When more...finesse is needed than you would get with a common soldier.
[Because really they're just as brutal. And it's only recently he's had to explain what a Turk is.] I will strive to have useful answers to your queries then.
Dynamite? [He blinks because most people don't just ask about that. It's not as though you should usually openly admit that you have an arsenal of explosives on hand.]
I'm not the explosives expert, but I don't frown upon it in circumstances to my advantage. It can be quite...useful.
[Blowing up bridges and taking clones out, for example]
Especially if I can't remember my name.
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But it seems as if he is telling the truth. [So far.]
I understand this place often plays tricks? [Come on, there were golems!] It has stolen my memories, then. Played with the insides of my head and taken from me.
That's not fair.
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It often does play tricks. I gained memories. You lost yours. I assume we're not the only people with such troubles. Life is rarely fair, here or elsewhere.
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Again, you are correct in this.
I certainly hope not. [Everyone should have troubles. Right now. Or they should be trying to fix hers. Starting with this memory business.] I should like to change that, if I can.
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I'm afraid my talents don't lie in memory retrieval, however. More in...combat.
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You can be sure that I will. [No, really. She thinks she's gained a minion.] Would that everyone be so respectful and informative.
Combat.
Are you a mercenary or a soldier? A bodyguard, perhaps?
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[Because really they're just as brutal. And it's only recently he's had to explain what a Turk is.] I will strive to have useful answers to your queries then.
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Ah. [A smile at combative situations no one else wants. This could mean that you are very foolish or fearless. And you don't sound foolish, at all.]
[There's a pause here. But she's been speaking with Elena, and:]
...do you really frown upon [what was that word again?] dynamite?
[One would think you'd be fond of loud displays of destruction.]
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I'm not the explosives expert, but I don't frown upon it in circumstances to my advantage. It can be quite...useful.
[Blowing up bridges and taking clones out, for example]
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It would be unwise to frown on anything that could be used to one's advantage, I think.
Did you happen to engage the moving statues? It would have been very useful there, I imagine.
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