"Fugue state?" Hank asks, his brow knitting up before his face relaxes. Right.
"Settle in, I'll be back with something to eat in a bit." Which isn't an answer to the question, but it buys valuable time for him to grab one of the legal books in the office, printouts of older records scrawling its pages, well preserved over time and one of the few old world legalities still respected.
He comes in holding it, setting a tray on a plain table beside of Abner, looking at the page and starting to read aloud.
"'While memory disturbances are often associated with organic brain disease, crime-related amnesia raises the question of dissociation, a term that refers to the disruption of normally integrated functions of consciousness, memory, identity, or perception of the environment. A dissociative state is an altered state of consciousness concurrent with a traumatic experience. Dissociative amnesia, formerly termed psychogenic or functional amnesia, is a disorder characterized by the inability to remember important personal experiences and events after a traumatic experience of psychological origin.' That's what a fugue state is. We can prosecute a thing that the perp wasn't mentally there for. Even with a motive, they're an unwilling participant in actions conducted by a person that's them, but not them. Like as fuckin' close to possession as you can get."
He steps back and leans against the open barred door, crossing his arms.
"Usually when it happens we just send 'em to a psych, try to figure out what happened. Most people wouldn't fake that shit, no one wants to get arrested. So if it happens, shit is real. I've had a few cases where I had to work out what motivated that kind of violence. Usually uh... usually it's something pretty heinous. Pretty traumatic."
What he suspects happened to Abner, just from looking at him.
no subject
"Settle in, I'll be back with something to eat in a bit." Which isn't an answer to the question, but it buys valuable time for him to grab one of the legal books in the office, printouts of older records scrawling its pages, well preserved over time and one of the few old world legalities still respected.
He comes in holding it, setting a tray on a plain table beside of Abner, looking at the page and starting to read aloud.
"'While memory disturbances are often associated with organic brain disease, crime-related amnesia raises the question of dissociation, a term that refers to the disruption of normally integrated functions of consciousness, memory, identity, or perception of the environment. A dissociative state is an altered state of consciousness concurrent with a traumatic experience. Dissociative amnesia, formerly termed psychogenic or functional amnesia, is a disorder characterized by the inability to remember important personal experiences and events after a traumatic experience of psychological origin.' That's what a fugue state is. We can prosecute a thing that the perp wasn't mentally there for. Even with a motive, they're an unwilling participant in actions conducted by a person that's them, but not them. Like as fuckin' close to possession as you can get."
He steps back and leans against the open barred door, crossing his arms.
"Usually when it happens we just send 'em to a psych, try to figure out what happened. Most people wouldn't fake that shit, no one wants to get arrested. So if it happens, shit is real. I've had a few cases where I had to work out what motivated that kind of violence. Usually uh... usually it's something pretty heinous. Pretty traumatic."
What he suspects happened to Abner, just from looking at him.