[That's not how it works, that's not how anything works! Ingo's never thought that his amnesia was anyone's fault in particular. Maybe some of what came after - all the battles that failed to spark any more recollections, all the failed attempts to conjure those vague figures in more detail - maybe that was his fault. But surely not the initial loss? The circumstances were so strange that it was hard to imagine a person even could somehow do that to themselves. So it wasn't his fault, and he couldn't do anything about it - but it wasn't just okay -
The water is boiling. Ingo blinks dumbly at it for a second.]
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[That's not how it works, that's not how anything works! Ingo's never thought that his amnesia was anyone's fault in particular. Maybe some of what came after - all the battles that failed to spark any more recollections, all the failed attempts to conjure those vague figures in more detail - maybe that was his fault. But surely not the initial loss? The circumstances were so strange that it was hard to imagine a person even could somehow do that to themselves. So it wasn't his fault, and he couldn't do anything about it - but it wasn't just okay -
The water is boiling. Ingo blinks dumbly at it for a second.]
........we never actually found the tea.