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I have no experience in dealing with them, so I'm afraid I can't answer that one.

[His eyes are closed where he is, unseen, fingers pinching at the bridge of his nose. Garrus wouldn't have any reason to lie to him. Not now. Not ever, really. But what does this mean? That he'd lost track? That the tiny holes in his memory are symptomatic of something far greater? After all, someone who's lost their memory wouldn't have any recollection of it.]

This goes beyond problematic. But I suppose that leaves me to question the same of you - what is the last event you can recall?

[Garrus shifts around, hesitating, trying to figure out how to frame things. This isn't how he'd been half-preparing for things to go. Thane was supposed to come to him, mention the last thing he knew being Kai Leng, and then Garrus would carefully explain. Instead there's a whole lot of stuff the drell doesn't have context for and Garrus is struggling.]

Short version, we just killed a guy named Kai Leng. Literally just did it. He got up after we thought he was down, Shepard caught him and ended it. We're on what used to be the Illusive Man's base of ops. I blinked and then I was here. But you don't have context for that.

[He sighs, a long exhale as he rubs at his fringe again.]

I knew you were... behind. There was no way you weren't. I didn't know you were this far behind. There's some good. A lot of bad. I'll cover as much as you want, if you want it.

Kai Leng? [There's a clear note of surprise among his otherwise flat, rasping tones.] That's a name I haven't heard in ... quite some time.

And now he's dead?

[Behind. The way he says it strikes him, but the sting that follows isn't tied to any clear emotion that Thane can put a name to. It's beyond unsettling, confusing. How could he just completely have a block of memory taken from him like that? The subtle yet striking problems in his photographic memory begin to make a little more sense - as much sense as something within a concept that doesn't make sense can bring him, in any case.

"If you were to ask me how many trees there were around us, or the angles of their shadows, or the precise shade of their leaves. . . I wouldn't be able to tell you."]

I can't disbelieve what you're telling me. From what I know of you, you're not the kind of person to weave false stories, especially not about something of this caliber. But I'm having difficulty in grasping how something like this could even be possible. You know, after all, that drell have perfect memory.

[That Thane's showing emotion in his voice, more than the normal, is equally as surprising to the turian. He needs to do this better. Krios deserves more than just a report.]

I know. The perfect memory thing, yeah.

[There's a pause, and then a little bit of noise as he moves around the apartment, getting his arm plates back on, pulling on the gloves, heading for the door.]

I'm coming over. It'll be easier to talk about. ...No, that's not true. It's not going to be easier to talk about. Maybe it'll be easier to work through.

[The door opens, shuts, gets locked behind him.]

I don't get how you're missing that much. I mean, damn. That's a lot of time to lose. I can't get my mind around this.

Mm. Very well.

[Though he almost wonders if it's easier for him to have this cloak, to not have to worry about Garrus seeing him process all this information, or the long-buried pain of losing Kolyat ... not so much effective in the interpersonal department, however. And so he doesn't contest it, but merely shuts off the feed, leaning back against the couch and shutting his eyes for a brief moment of mental preparation.

This is a mess. A greater mess than he'd thought.]

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