"It will come back, eventually. Few people entirely lose their memory to the parasite." Paul shrugged. "And eventually, someone will come looking for me from home. They don't leave anyone behind, not if they can bring them home."
That, at least, he had a memory to go with. O'Neill, he remembered the name, and reading a story - a report - about a mission to rescue a warrior whose name he didn't remember. And warrior wasn't the right word, merely the only one he had to put to the occupation the woman had held, and that he'd once held.