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[Unseen on the other line, Klavier's smile falters. The uncertainty in D33's voice isn't lost on him. Even before the other man explains himself, an uncomfortable weight settles in the pit of his stomach.

The reason soon becomes apparent. D33 doesn't remember him.]

Ah. I see...

[Klavier takes a moment to gather his thoughts. No doubt the man has many more questions swirling around that head of his. May as well provide any information he needs.
When he answers, his own words are slow and measured.]

You work at a cafe. "Herr Barista" is the name I gave you while asking for your recommendations. We've spoken to each other a few more times since then, and I guess the name stuck. I don't think I ever asked, though...What do you like to be called?

[The question aims to give D33 at least a little more sense of control of this situation. Klavier had heard of these things happening, had already considered what he might do in this very situation. Sometimes the Porter whisks someone away for a day or two, or maybe even longer. Many who come back retain their memories. But there are others who don't remember anything about this world.

And yet, Klavier can't shake the terrible feeling that this memory loss goes a little deeper than that. For one thing, people are typically more sure about what name they go by.

What on earth happened to him?]

Believe me, there's no need for you to apologize. [Instinctively, his voice takes a warm, reassuring tone.] Actually, you seem to be taking this remarkably well. [A beat.] ...And please, call me Klavier.

["Prosecutor Gavin" is off the table until he...actually becomes a prosecutor in this world. And "Mr. Gavin" reminds him far too much of his brother.]

Klavier, then.

[The man pauses for a moment. Even given his current situation, he is finding that text might have been a better option, though it seems a bit late to switch now. His voice remains unsure, careful, as he speaks again.]

Truth be told, Mr.--

Klavier, that is.

Truth be told, I am not entirely sure what name it is I am meant to go by. The name on my file reads unlike anything that I have been called as of late. I suppose perhaps I prefer to use other monikers.

It has been brought to my attention that I typically ask to be referred to as "D-thirty-three", though it seems that more of the people I know tend to use "Dee" instead.

I suppose I will answer to most anything for the time being. It doesn't seem that I am particularly well-equipped to be making that decision at the moment.

[Klavier hums in understanding. Maybe he's simply too overwhelmed for those kinds of decisions. That's certainly understandable.]

Fair enough.

[Interesting, though, that the name on his file would be totally different from "D33". That would suggest he has a name that he's been concealing from the public.

As much as Klavier would like to know what it is, however, he refrains from asking. Given D33's current state, it simply wouldn't be right to pry for details he wouldn't have divulged otherwise. Especially just to satisfy his own curiosity.]

What's the first thing you remember? If you don't mind my asking, that is.

No, I don't mind...

[His voice is quiet, thoughtful, as he considers the question. But his mind only pulls up blanks in every direction.]

It's...strange. There are certain things that haven't left me. I know of how to use this communicator, for example, but...

Truly, Klavier, I haven't the slightest idea of who I am. It's quite...Quite disorienting, as you may well imagine.

[There's a pause, then.]

I woke up in what I believe to be my home. There was a man with me whom I have been told is a partner of mine.

I didn't recognize him.

[Almost like a fugue state, he thinks to himself. Except normally the person with amnesia drops off the radar, wandering god knows where. Small blessing, then, that D33 didn't just leave the city.

If the other man woke up in his home, though, that means his condition likely wasn't Porter-induced. Already, he's running through a list of possible causes. Brain tumor. Stroke. Dementia. None of them are good.

Unseen on the other line, Klavier furrows his eyebrows.]

Did your partner take you to the hospital?

The hospital?

[He...hadn't even considered that, honestly. Neither had Kaneki.]

He did not, no. From what I've been told, it would seem that many of the other ImPorts are rather convinced that this issue will be resolved in time.

It is my understanding that strange events like this occur rather often within this world.

[What kind of lives have these imPorts lived, to just accept their friends and family forgetting everything about them? Without even bothering with a doctor?

Good thing they're not using video. Klavier wouldn't be able to hide just how appalled he is by this.]

Strange events may occur, true. But we should investigate their causes however we can.

[A pause.]

Are you registered?

[Glancing down at the tattoo on his wrist - Klavier can't see it, but D33 is shaking his head.]

It wouldn't appear so, no, but...

[And suddenly - though, of course, he can't be quite sure why - there's a strange anxiety twisting in his stomach. Unbeknownst to him, the idea of doctors and hospitals had been heavily demonized from the time he was only six or seven years old. He knows better deep down, even without his memories. But the fear is still there even without them.]

I...think I would prefer to...avoid the hospital if at all possible.

[Klavier lets out a slow breath, mulling over his options. Unless he wants to invoke certain laws that might not even exist in this world, he can't force a full-grown man to go to the hospital. Besides, if D33 isn't registered, then the government won't cover his medical expenses.

He grits his teeth. Damn.]

Are there any other symptoms? Do you hurt anywhere?

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To be completely honest with you, Klavier, despite the circumstances I am feeling quite...well.

[Which is surprising even to him, but. Well, there it is.]

That is a relief to hear, Herr Barista.

[It's...something, at least.]

This partner you mentioned before. Can you tell me his name?

[He doesn't relish in asking for that kind of personal information while D33 is in this state. At the same time, he's already thinking of a dozen ways someone could take advantage of an imPort with amnesia.

They're not exactly friends at this point, but Klavier is genuinely concerned about his safety.]

Kaneki Ken, I believe it is.

Do you know of him?

[Oh really, now. Well. That explains a few things.]

...I do indeed. Although, I always refer to him as Ken Kaneki. His cafe is where we met. He's very knowledgeable about imPort affairs.

[Which probably means he has, in fact, seen this kind of thing before. What D33 said moments ago makes more sense now. If this has happened in the past, then of course Kaneki would see little reason to take him to the ER.

Klavier's shoulders release some of their tension, and he loosens his grip on the communicator. It doesn't make him feel much better, but at least he doesn't have to intervene more than he already has. Some days, Klavier can barely hold himself together. He'd rather not be responsible for another person, thank you.]

He does appear to be so, yes. I have found his information to be quite helpful given my current state.

He does, as far as I can tell, seem to have my best interests at heart. Though, I suppose given the circumstances, I have little choice but to accept the help which I have given.

What might you say of him?

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