[VIDEO] Welcome Back?

[gunfondlingbattlestat]

[He's been here before. At least, that is what the Acolyte that greeted his arrival informed him, warning him that some of the "other refugees" might assume some level of familiarity with him. Past friendships forged, previous alliances made, beings encountered...]

[Perceptor remembers none of it.]

[His expression as he regards the Link is calm and inscrutable, though, despite how unsettling it is to find that his memories, if they were even his own memories, are... altered. Or missing. Or incomplete. Something.]

Do I have a laboratory here?

[Why beat around the bush, as Verity would have said. Well, she might have added a few... choice terms, perhaps, but, still. The sentiment remains.]

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[video]

[thxforthememories]

But Ratchet didn't forget!

How can you -- You don't remember anyone?

[video]

[gunfondlingbattlestat]

[So there have been others who left and returned. Perceptor sighs, frowning.]

I'm sorry. I don't know why...

[He trails off, then shakes his head.]

Nothing from when I was last here. Only my life from... from where I came from.

I'm sorry.

Tell me what I should remember, please?

[video]

[thxforthememories]

[Instead of answering, he just cringes back, as if struck.]

You don't know me.

You don't remember anyone...

No. I can't -- I can't do that.

[Because this is too much, and he's just plain terrified. His own, personal phobia is crippling, in this case.]

I have to go.

[video] (omg, breaking my HEART!)

[gunfondlingbattlestat]

Not strictly true. I remember where and when I am from. I have memories.

[He pauses, his expression softening into something sad and apologetic.]

Just not memories of here.

I am sorry.

[video]

[thxforthememories]

Memories of here are all I have.

I can't -- I can't do this.

I --

[He cuts the feed, at a loss for what to say. Or what to do. It's no one's fault. He just can't come to terms with things right now.]