This time, Byrne made sure to mentally note down everything he was being told about the people Renamon mentioned. Alec Doyle - started the Institute, changed sides, was killed by Landel. Lydia - everything that was listed in the note, previous head nurse, sided with the rebels. Got it. Lesson learned: this was all going straight to the notebook at dinnertime, and would not be left up to his mind to keep track of. Clearly there was too much info here to trust his mind to remember it for days at a time.
Somehow, he managed to (somewhat) recover his composure for that moment of mental note taking. But as Renamon continued on with her explanation, he quickly lost it once again. The talk of other worlds and dimensions... Yeah, she'd mentioned this kind of talk in previous conversations, but that didn't mean it wasn't still so hard to take. Seriously, who the hell would believe that there were other dimensions out there, with human civilizations fighting to protect their worlds from some other force? And Renamon said she came from two of those worlds simultaneously? No, impossible. This was stuff from kid's morning cartoon shows! Not real life!
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And yet, after all Byrne had seen the past few days... How could he deny any of it?
Renamon showed him first hand two nights ago the extent of her powers. Not just her, everyone here. The Institute was capable of equally weird and creepy things, and not just thanks to drugs. Perhaps the biggest proof of all, however, was the fact that he himself was alive while everyone else he knew had moved on years ahead of him. There was no scientific explanation for that. For any of this.
That was why, although he looked like he might faint at any moment, Byrne's eyes showed a sort of clarity. The kind of clarity that said I believe you.
"...So, take it with a grain of salt, then," he replied at last, slowly. He paused; what else could he say? How did someone respond to news like this? He glanced away, trying to force himself to recover. So many things he wanted to ask, but he didn't know how. (And some of them he probably couldn't ask, being intrusive questions about Renamon herself...even in this state, the last thing he wanted to do was to be rude.)
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Somehow, he managed to (somewhat) recover his composure for that moment of mental note taking. But as Renamon continued on with her explanation, he quickly lost it once again. The talk of other worlds and dimensions... Yeah, she'd mentioned this kind of talk in previous conversations, but that didn't mean it wasn't still so hard to take. Seriously, who the hell would believe that there were other dimensions out there, with human civilizations fighting to protect their worlds from some other force? And Renamon said she came from two of those worlds simultaneously? No, impossible. This was stuff from kid's morning cartoon shows! Not real life!
......
And yet, after all Byrne had seen the past few days... How could he deny any of it?
Renamon showed him first hand two nights ago the extent of her powers. Not just her, everyone here. The Institute was capable of equally weird and creepy things, and not just thanks to drugs. Perhaps the biggest proof of all, however, was the fact that he himself was alive while everyone else he knew had moved on years ahead of him. There was no scientific explanation for that. For any of this.
That was why, although he looked like he might faint at any moment, Byrne's eyes showed a sort of clarity. The kind of clarity that said I believe you.
"...So, take it with a grain of salt, then," he replied at last, slowly. He paused; what else could he say? How did someone respond to news like this? He glanced away, trying to force himself to recover. So many things he wanted to ask, but he didn't know how. (And some of them he probably couldn't ask, being intrusive questions about Renamon herself...even in this state, the last thing he wanted to do was to be rude.)