Didn't we just do this last week?

[perpend]

[It's starting to look like this is going to be a weekly occurrence.

Just like last week, Cabanela waits a while before he makes his rounds, writing everyone quick notes and sliding them under each occupied door.]

Stay strong.
If you don't want to be alone tonight, meet in the dining hall.
-Cabanela

[Like last week, Cabanela hasn't bothered to provide anyone with food-- that would just be... rude right now, he thinks. Upon first entering, you'll notice that there are now four lit candles in the center of one of the tables.

Feel free to leave mementos for the dead; it's probably appreciated.]

Comments

[perpend]

[Ah...]

You're military, right. I guess you've seen a lot, then.

[crimsonchin]

Far more than I would like to. But someone has to fight.

[perpend]

[He makes a non-committal noise.]

I'm nooot gonna force you out or anything, I'm not interested in that. But I could make you a pot of coffee; I was given some after Reaver's trial. It's from Kaneki, so... I imagine he'd want us to use it.

[crimsonchin]

I don't really drink coffee. It's too bitter for me...you'd be better off giving it to one of the adults, I'm certain.

[perpend]

Of course, it's an acquired taste.

[She might be military, but she's still a kid; at least that much is true.]

Well, I doon't exactly want to keep you, but I do have a question for you.

A number of us had strange dreams earlier this week; have you experienced anything like that? You don't have to tell me what it was about, just a yes or no will be fiiine.

[crimsonchin]

How fitting for Acquiescent to give it to you, then. But I did, on Sunday, yes.

It wasn't a dream, though. It was a memory. I know that's the truth. From before I got my eyepatch.

[perpend]

He was a barista, I suppose it makes sense.

[He looks satisfied with the answer, giving a nod.]

It seems that's something everyone-- or everyone I've spoken to, experienced. If it happens again, if you could tell either myself or Susan, that would be veeery appreciated.

I don't need to know what you dreamed about-- or remembered. Just that it was something, if anything. If it happens again, I'm willing to bet it's noot a coincidence at all.

[crimsonchin]

Understood. I don't think this was a coincidence, either. And I don't think it was a one-time thing. There's still more gaps in my memory.

But I know that it wasn't a dream. I've been dreaming of pretty much the same thing every night since I was five years old. So this was...a surprise.

[perpend]

I imagine that must have been unsettling.

[Though if she's had the same dream since she was five, he doubts she dreams of anything good.

Cabanela isn't going to press, though; some things are better left private unless volunteered.]

[crimsonchin]

It's just...different from what I was used to. And incredibly inconvenient, that I don't know what happened.

[perpend]

With any luck, we'll remember everything that's missing.

I have to wooonder how the Conductor stole our memories from us in the first place.

[crimsonchin]

Isn't that the question of the day?

[perpend]

It must be possible to figure it out, we just haven't learned how yet.