[visual] An insincere friend is more to be feared than a wild beast...
The video clearly showed Mohinder lying on the floor of his room in Dr. Magnus' Sanctuary. He was wrapped up in fabric- at first it looked like it may be a blanket, but the material was far too coarse, and the buckles gave it away. A straight jacket. The paper-thin blue hospital pants and cheap white keds completed the outfit
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Keeping his face and voice calm, Simon flips on his tablet to visual. "Mohinder? My name is Simon, I'm a doctor." He glances over at the drawer he keeps he sedatives in. Maybe a house call is in order. "Can you tell me where you are?" Not where you think you are, although if the man is anywhere close to lucid that's the next question.
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He's a little more together now. He understands where the voices are coming from, and he turns toward the tablet. "I'm...not sure. Some sort of bedroom...might be mine. Can't remember..." The drugs were still wreaking havoc with his memory. The fact that they were supposed to help him remember who he 'really' was something that had annoyed him, the few times he'd been able to thing. "Can you find me...?"
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"Yes. I need to you to continue speaking to me, can you do that?" He raises his voice just slightly, in order to be heard while across the room, grabbing a few things from his finally fully stocked drawers and loading them into a bag. "Tell me about your work, where you grew up, favorite hobbies. Anything, I just need you to stay engaged."
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He tries to think of what he could talk about, eventually landing on the same subject he always does. "I grew up in Chennai- India...I was a geneticist there, until a couple years ago...I research the genes that activate special abilities in others. But I stopped..." He closes his eyes for a moment and sighs. "It was my father's work," he says, as if that explains it. "Who...other than Simon, who are you?" He doesn't remember this man, not that that means much at the moment.
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...But there's no proof, not yet. He can't let himself fall into the trap of panic. "India. A subcontinent on earth that was, right? With a caste system." He vaguely recalls that lesson in school; annexed by the Chinese in... the year escapes him, but at some point. "You followed in your father's footsteps." No censure in his voice, just mild comment, but Simon knows the answer already. Like calls to like, something like that.
"I'm--" he pauses. What? A brother, a fugitive, losing hope, a man without any family but a young, sick girl. None of those are this man's business, however. "I was a trauma surgeon on Osiris, in Capital City."
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A little bit of what Simon had said filters through and he takes as deep a breath as he can before continuing. "You...you're not from Earth?"
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