This time Abner managed to mostly suppress his startle response, only twitching slightly under Anderson’s hand. Ideally he shouldn’t react at all when superiors touched him, but this particular superior wouldn’t know that, and he wasn’t about to bring it up himself.
“Don’t remember them, but I know their faces,” he explained as he trailed the lieutenant to the stairs. “Voices too. Same reason I’ll be able to recognize the killer’s voice.”
He knew he was walking right on the edge of saying too much, but part of him didn’t care anymore. The part that instinctively trusted anyone who treated him gently and gave him food.
“It’s hard to explain, sir, but I’m not always me. I‘m something else when I guard the mayor. I was something else when I killed DePleur. The same thing, I think. But I can only remember bits of it when I’m me again. Sounds and smells. Faces sometimes.“ He paused, realizing for the first time that he might sound a little bit like a crazy person. “Does...that make sense?”
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“Don’t remember them, but I know their faces,” he explained as he trailed the lieutenant to the stairs. “Voices too. Same reason I’ll be able to recognize the killer’s voice.”
He knew he was walking right on the edge of saying too much, but part of him didn’t care anymore. The part that instinctively trusted anyone who treated him gently and gave him food.
“It’s hard to explain, sir, but I’m not always me. I‘m something else when I guard the mayor. I was something else when I killed DePleur. The same thing, I think. But I can only remember bits of it when I’m me again. Sounds and smells. Faces sometimes.“ He paused, realizing for the first time that he might sound a little bit like a crazy person. “Does...that make sense?”