[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.]
[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.
[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?
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.]
[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.
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[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.
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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?
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[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.
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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?
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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.
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He grits his teeth. Damn.]
Are there any other symptoms? Do you hurt anywhere?
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[Which is surprising even to him, but. Well, there it is.]
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[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.]
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Do you know of him?
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...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.]
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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?