has indrus learned anything about the circumstances of his death/memory loss???
The recording clicks on. After a few moments of silence, probably of him reading the ask, the audio finally crackles to let you know that he’s no longer muted. Deep breath.
INDRUS MERCUR: Most of the information that I have about my amnesia comes from my roommate, who had to hack into my brain to keep me from becoming a vegetable afterwards. And even then the information I have is sparse, but here’s what I do know.
INDRUS MERCUR: My brain basically became soup after an… incident… and apparently parts of that caused some of my neural pathways to go haywire, and then silent. I didn’t lose any of the skills I had, even if I can’t remember how I know to do certain things, but every memory is gone, of every person, every experience.
A short moment of silence. What to say, what to say?
INDRUS MERCUR: I’ve run into five people so far that ‘know’ me. It’s the same, every single time. I greet them, they look at me like they know me. Ask me what’s wrong with me, why my voice is all screwed up, why I can’t remember them. And when I tell them I don’t know?Hitched breath
INDRUS MERCUR: It’s the same damned expression every time.
Long pause. Almost as if the answer is ove- wait. There’s the static again.
INDRUS MERCUR: …Was I really that close to anyone? Old me seems like a much better person than I am. But from what I can see? He wasn’t happy.
INDRUS MERCUR: I know my memories will begin returning, slowly. Maybe. My roommate says there might be a way to speed it up, so I can begin living as ‘the old me’ again. Would old me want me to? Would he want me to be happy, ignorant, spiraling? Or would he rather I returned to him. To be unhappy but with the truth.Another pause. The guy likes his time to think ok.
INDRUS MERCUR: I’m sorry. I’m rambling. There was a second part to your question?Pause. He’s reading the question again.
INDRUS MERCUR: Oh. My… death.
INDRUS MERCUR: …I’d rather not talk about it.clicking recorder.