[Freddy's not dressed for the beach, he's got his jeans and a tank top and flannel tied around his waist though. Look at these sunglasses on his face. So super cool.]
I've been trained to remember things rather clearly. I suppose I just find it either impressive or distasteful that something can circumvent even that.
You ever think maybe only the people who don't get to come back get to remember? That's why we get three or four of the same guy who comes back and doesn't remember shit and they do everything differently cause it's their first time here. You're a different person after all this, you fuck everything up if it ain't the end of the line for you yet where you're from.
How do the deities even come to that decision, then? [ He uses the corner of the towel to rub the last bits of seawater from his hair, thoughtful. ] Is there something we ought to accomplish while here?
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Is this how they handle out patient care now?
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[ He moves his duffel bag of general beach items and his clothes off the bench to make room for him in case he wants to sit, though. ]
Besides, you know better of patient care than I do, don't you?
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What were you expecting to find?
[That bag of beach stuff makes him wonder why is Eames here by himself anyway. Heeeeey...]
Hah hah, real funny.
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I'm not sure, really. Holes. Maybe some sort of mechanical device that can distort memory.
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[Do you sense the irony there, Mango? SIGH. Freddy takes a cigarette out.]
I don't get it man, you were here, then you left, then you came back. [Hands are flapping.] What else is there?
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[ He takes a few slow sips of his gulp. ]
It's the not remembering part.
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Than what is it? You still don't believe we're all here?
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We can't even figure out how we got here, you think there's a way to figure that part out?
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I've been trained to remember things rather clearly. I suppose I just find it either impressive or distasteful that something can circumvent even that.
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[Word and smoke vomit.]
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[Freddy looks at Eames and gives a deep shrug.]
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