Myles ran a hand over the scars covering his face, then tapped the back of his neck a bit.
"Not loyal anymore, that's true. But I had to make a great effort to get rid of this tricky device... And that's how I look like now, aside from this 'induced' memory loss. That's right, I forgot what I wanted to forget, so I don't expect 'remembering' anymore.
However, there's something that for some reason didn't end up in the memory blackout. Your name, our friendship, for example. Why? I don't know, my knowledge in this field was never great. But for some reason, it's there, so I eventually learned to live with it. And now, pay attention: Remember Amy Masako? And her daughter Alexandra? I don't know what happened to the Arch and Amy, but I know for sure that I met Alexandra at Freeport 1. She's alive, and running a mercenary career Sirius-wide. Now, -and that's why I called you-, she shares some sort of massive memory blackout, like she believes her surname is Ujo and was part of an ordinary Kusari family. She doesn't even remember who her mother was, the ties with the... K'Hara, or even my name. Do you think you could help her?"
As seconds passed, Myles tilted his head, meditating. Just before he could receive any reply, he stood up from his seat.
Why... Why am I even doing this. Sorry for calling you for nothing. Goodbye.