<i>"Decaf, no sugar."</i>He commented, before stopping dead in his track so abruptly, it actually caused his cloaks to swish about his tall figure.Slowly turning his head, he leveled his hidden eyes on the other man.<i>"What... Is decaf?"</i>It had been a natural reaction. But... Where was it learned? What was coffee for that matter? So many questions, he felt as if by coming here for answers, he just got himself deeper into a hole. May as well work on what they have before them.<i>"The brain... It holds, memories... And controls, the body..." </i>He began, lifting one hand to trail over a familiar section of the wall painted schematic, having finally overcome his mild fear of it.<i> "These, parts, are overlapping the brain, in areas... Do you, suppose... They removed those sections... Of grey matter?"</i>Glancing over to the man. Was it really that simple, though? Was his memory simply cut away from him? Or was it deprived from him in another way?<br/><br/>The more he thought on it, the more he wondered is the answers were even inside his own head... Or stored away in some shmuck's filing cabinet... If it was even that worthwhile to keep...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>