Alfendi, who has clearly lost a good handful of marbles and is freaking out in...the last way Dickson would expect at a murder. Would anyone expect this, really?
Dickson chews at his cigar as Alfendi distracts himself, the frazzled man drinking in the scenery like he really is genuinely seeing it for the first time.]
We're in the Complex. Nice place, no one knows how we got here, no one knows why we're here, and the best part? We can't leave.
[A thoughtful rumble.] Come to think of it, forgetfulness seems to be pretty common here.
[He's studying you with some interest now, sir. A man who forgot, or was perhaps, forced to forget?]
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[YOU WANNA GO, ALFENDI.
Alfendi, who has clearly lost a good handful of marbles and is freaking out in...the last way Dickson would expect at a murder. Would anyone expect this, really?
Dickson chews at his cigar as Alfendi distracts himself, the frazzled man drinking in the scenery like he really is genuinely seeing it for the first time.]
We're in the Complex. Nice place, no one knows how we got here, no one knows why we're here, and the best part? We can't leave.
[A thoughtful rumble.] Come to think of it, forgetfulness seems to be pretty common here.
[He's studying you with some interest now, sir. A man who forgot, or was perhaps, forced to forget?]