Date: 2007-10-28 12:12 am (UTC)
David had to force himself to relax, and nod.

"I know," he said, slowly, realizing that the pathologist was thinking down entirely different lines than he was. It probably wouldn't be good to disabuse him of the notion that David belonged here, just a hapless soldier who'd run afoul of something unfortunate while on wide patrol.

Then again, maybe David was overthinking this whole thing, and that was exactly what Rakitin's superiors thought, too. Maybe he'd be so lucky.

He realized that the baseline thought that anyone would have upon waking in a strange place with no memory of who they were was that they belonged. Not that they could possibly be foreign spies and in danger of being tortured for information.

David closed his eyes.

"It's just...knowing that I was..."

He hesitated.

"...poisoned, and not knowing what happened, it's hard to know who, or what, I can trust."

He opened his eyes to regard Rakitin with a careful, cautious gaze, but only for a few moments, before letting it drop away.

"I think I trust you, though," he said, quietly.
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