It was a great moment before Dunnaman could recover himself long enough to stand again, Fury had already turned and begun to walk away. All he had said on the matter was that he lacked the [i]'Why'[/i] he had killed Kanitah. If he were in fact Kanitah, and these memories weren't just strangely convergent hallucinations, then shouldn't he have latent resentment for Fury?

Yes, still he couldn't bear looking Fury in the eyes. Even now, he had a distinct latent fear of the Fireen. Other thoughts clouded his mind, the lingering frantic panicked final thoughts of Kanitah. 

The man's daughter, how his wife would life without him, if Pundambaya would remain safe and stable. Every one of these thoughts was of others, not of himself. A suicidally reckless old man's final thoughts were not of his own mortality, and there was something to be respected in that. 

Was Dunnaman more concerned with his own life, or was he more concerned with recovering who he was? 

Now that he had these memories of another life, did he even want them? Emotional attachments to individuals and an entire race that he had never even heard of before this. The only connection he had with them was his language, which now he knew its source.

It had been fortunate that he had snapped out of his thoughts in this moment, for Fury had begun talking again. He spoke of the Empire and how he no longer cared for it, how Dunnaman could find passage on an Empire Vessel. It was an offer he couldn't refuse now, since he had destroyed his only method of escape. "Wahl, ah suppohse ah cahnnot sah no to yer offer. But uh, ah' wonder ehf thar'll beh a lahnguage bahrrehyar."

He finally rose to his feet again and began following after Fury.