"Da," Rakitin said, a little confused. "What else would it be?"
Something in his chest twisted at the sight of the man's disorientation. To have your own memory abandon you at a moment of such terrible vulnerability, leaving you among strangers inside and out...it was no mystery why he would consider anyone to be at best a step away from an enemy.
"Other arm," he added.
Something had echoed strangely in the man's voice as he confessed that his identity still eluded him. A reluctance, almost. As if it took something out of him to admit that such a fundamental detail was still lost to him.
"That's all right," Rakitin said. "It will come back to you eventually."
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Something in his chest twisted at the sight of the man's disorientation. To have your own memory abandon you at a moment of such terrible vulnerability, leaving you among strangers inside and out...it was no mystery why he would consider anyone to be at best a step away from an enemy.
"Other arm," he added.
Something had echoed strangely in the man's voice as he confessed that his identity still eluded him. A reluctance, almost. As if it took something out of him to admit that such a fundamental detail was still lost to him.
"That's all right," Rakitin said. "It will come back to you eventually."