(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

looked up at me. "You... meant very much to my daughter. She was willing
to give up her life for you."
"I believe that is the case."
Iannis handed the scroll back to me. "Thank you, sir. I appreciate your
kindness."
"It is the least I can do," I paused, "Iannis... the man your daughter left
with... I believe the man was me. But I have forgotten much."
"You?!" Iannis looked me up and down. "You are the one... and you say you
have forgotten?!" Iannis drew himself up; he looked as if he were squaring
himself for a battle. "Is that what she died for... for the love of you! And you
have forgotten... but the incident was not so long ago. How can this be?"
"I have a strange condition... I lose myself... for a time. Anything you can tell
me about myself or your daughter would be invaluable."
"Countless liars have I known in my tenure in this city." Iannis studied me
intently. "You do not strike me as one of them... at least on this matter." He
sighed. "If you truly do not remember, then whatever befell you and my
daughter on your journey must have left deep scars."
"I am inclined to agree."
"Then I ask your word on this: If your memory returns, and you discover
what has happened to my daughter, return to me so that my mind may at
last be at rest on this matter."
"I will do that," I vowed.
"Very well, then. Now leave. I wish to be alone with my thoughts."
There were only so many revelations the old man could bear in one day, but
I knew that if I left now I may not have been able to bring myself to come
back. "Before I go Iannis, there is a sensory stone in the sensorium that
contains a fragment of your daughter's experiences."
Even as the words left my tongue they sounded sleazy, inviting Iannis to pry
in on his daughter's most intimate of memories. But by how his eyes blazed
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