[Well, that's something at least - spending more time amongst monsters than people. Flug knew still what he was, even if his memories were false.]

I don't care about their memories. [I care about yours. The unspoken truth; Black Hat wants Flug, his Flug, the one that belongs to him, untampered, intact, unsullied. His. His, his, his.

Flug's suggestions are acceptable. Black Hat gives a curt nod, and fills in the rest.]

We found it, made the poultice, did your little science experiment, and then you vanished.

[He growls.] I woke up and you were gone.