Despite the awkwardness of the joke, Zidane laughed softly. "I kinda figured," he smiled still, letting his hand drop to his side.

"I don't know what to tell you though, Dagger. I don't remember any of it, the whole last year." He sighed quietly, half-turning away. "It's actually really, really strange to have people telling me about these things I did, that...I didn't do. Or I don't..." He shifted. "was it me? I mean...it's not the same phone."

If he had just hit his head and lost his memory, wouldn't he still have his phone?