For a conversation that wasn't supposed to feel like work, this conversation was certainly starting to feel a lot like work. "I don't know much about that kind of stuff," Shikamaru said truthfully. He checked his body for the bruises he'd earned before showing up here, but as Fox had said, they were gone. Next, he checked for a few of the more obvious scars he'd gained throughout his life, but those pale lines remained unchanged. Huh. He should have thought to check that earlier, but it was useless information, since the accelerated healing he'd read about on the bulletin wouldn't have left any evidence.

Satisfying curiosity wasn't high on Shikamaru's list of priorities, especially since he didn't have much of it to begin with. "It doesn't matter either way," he said as he bit into a fry. As expected, it tasted like grease and salt. "If he screwed up our memories he screwed up our memories. There's no way to tell so there's no point thinking about it." The last thing he planned to do was get stuck in some existential quandary. Those things were the very definition of useless effort.