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Oh! Uh, hello, Sebastian. Haven’t seen you around today. Er…

I remembered some more things… 

Oh yeah? *slips pack of cigarettes out of his pocket before removing one and lighting it up* What?

[watched him light up the cigarette and seemed unfocused for a moment before shaking out of it] Hm? Oh….just, uhm, bits and pieces of when we first met…I think. You’re very good with a gun. 

Don’t know if I’m quite back to my former glory just yet. *puffs a little and leans back* I won’t lie. I’m excellent at what I do. But I won’t rest until I’ve become phenomenal again.

I’ve…told you to kill a lot of people, haven’t I? 

[sat down, sniffing, not too bothered by the cigarette smoke since his body too craved them now and then.]

I’m not much of a boss now, though…heh. 

Not that it really matters. *takes another long drag and gets comfortable against a wall* You’re still my boss. That’s the way things work. You could return to your former glory eventually.

[studied his hands quietly for a moment, lips pressed in a thin line.]

Would you really call it ‘glory’?

I mean…I must have been unhappy if I tried that… 

… *stays quiet for a moment as he ponders his next words* I don’t know if you were upset with yourself…or upset with me, as for why you did what you did…I’m not sure about anything anymore.

[Nodded slowly, rubbing at his hands absently before he looked up at Sebastian]

I think…that I should probably go see a specialist for my memories. A…therapist, or something. Do you know of anywhere?