[ There's something disturbingly familiar about this scene: sitting in a noisy dive bar, drinking, listening to the details of a job. It's played out in his life here a hundred times before, but as he sips the wine Kanda's brought, he feels a more disconcerting sense of deja vu. Like he's done this, but not exactly this. He shakes it off; Kanda's talking, and it sounds important.
He furrows his eyebrows; he's sure he heard something about this situation among others in the Company, though he hasn't been fully informed yet. First there were IDs to check; rebellions to intimidate. ]
I expect I can guess where you're going with this.
[ If he recognizes anything about a mention of the Derrish, he gives no sign. His own connection to them is lost in his ruined memory. ]
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He furrows his eyebrows; he's sure he heard something about this situation among others in the Company, though he hasn't been fully informed yet. First there were IDs to check; rebellions to intimidate. ]
I expect I can guess where you're going with this.
[ If he recognizes anything about a mention of the Derrish, he gives no sign. His own connection to them is lost in his ruined memory. ]