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...Uncharted territory, then.

I have a better question than that, though.

What was your first holiday? When you got here.

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Uh... I don't remember, honestly. It's been a long time.

[transparentanswer]

[You're useless, Thug. Useless!]

Yeah, I get it, you've been here for like a hundred years.

Do you remember who the host was?

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Hmmm... some guy?

It was a little different when I showed up. It was more like a normal bed & breakfast than it is now.

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Is that why you don't remember the holiday theme? Because there wasn't one?

And...he didn't give you a name?

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I don't... [ He pauses. He really is trying. ]

I don't remember.

[transparentanswer]

...Holy shit.

You can't remember because he took your memory, didn't he? Somehow, so you couldn't give it up to us.

Does that sound...plausible? I can't imagine––there's no way you could forget the person who trapped you in this hell!

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I... I don't know.

[ Thug seems agitated by these questions, like he can't really help it. ]

I just work here, okay? I can't talk about something if I don't remember it.

[ So that's a yes. ]

[transparentanswer]

I thought the survivors got to go home. Why did you end up working here?

I...

[A deep, nasal sigh. He puts a hand on Thug's back.]

I'm sorry for badgering you, I just...I'm trying to help both of us.

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[ Thug sighs. He hates not being helpful, but he doesn't seem to be able to say more than what he is. ]

We're different. I live here, and you... you'll get to go home when this is over because that's how it works.