...... This was all starting to give Byrne a major headache trying to sort it out in his head.
It probably wasn't worth it trying to think too hard about his current situation, or how Landel managed to bring computer programs into human bodies that could still use the previous form's original powers, or...y'know, trying to explain stuff that only science fiction novels could come up with. But it was way too difficult for him to just accept something as it was and move on. His job as a prosecutor was to figure out every last detail about a mystery, for crying out loud. Who could blame him for wanting to solve this one, too?
What was perhaps the most difficult information to accept, however, was everything Renamon was saying about her species and her home. She really came from a place not much different from this one? No wonder she seemed so calm here. But how...why would someone do that? Creating sentient programs just for war, treating them like weapons? What war? And why... Oh, if only Byrne wasn't so hesitant to ask for details! He'd never spoken with someone from a completely different universe as him, so the awareness of his gestures and the words he chose to say was very high. He didn't want to ask anything that she might find rude, despite the fact that they'd spoken many times in the past without any issues.
Or at least, mostly without any issues.
Anyway, she probably didn't want to talk in detail about her home, especially if it was horrific like this Institute, so he wouldn't ask. But he did have a very obvious worried look on his face regardless, both in reaction to Renamon's home and about the whole being-turned-into-a-human thing. What was he supposed to say? He had no idea; surprise and confusion were overwhelming him. (As if that much wasn't obvious from the way he looked right now.)
After a few moments, however, he finally managed to find words to say. Not many, but at least it was something. "I don't...believe it." He mentally repeated the words he'd just said, realized what they could imply, and was immediately hit with regret. And an almost over-exaggerated need to apologize, wide-eyed and shaking his head. "No no no, I-I don't mean I don't believe you! I believe you! I mean--it's just--I...I'm at a loss for words right now." Byrne laughed a little, still shaking his head. Yep. That was just about all he could really say right now.
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It probably wasn't worth it trying to think too hard about his current situation, or how Landel managed to bring computer programs into human bodies that could still use the previous form's original powers, or...y'know, trying to explain stuff that only science fiction novels could come up with. But it was way too difficult for him to just accept something as it was and move on. His job as a prosecutor was to figure out every last detail about a mystery, for crying out loud. Who could blame him for wanting to solve this one, too?
What was perhaps the most difficult information to accept, however, was everything Renamon was saying about her species and her home. She really came from a place not much different from this one? No wonder she seemed so calm here. But how...why would someone do that? Creating sentient programs just for war, treating them like weapons? What war? And why... Oh, if only Byrne wasn't so hesitant to ask for details! He'd never spoken with someone from a completely different universe as him, so the awareness of his gestures and the words he chose to say was very high. He didn't want to ask anything that she might find rude, despite the fact that they'd spoken many times in the past without any issues.
Or at least, mostly without any issues.
Anyway, she probably didn't want to talk in detail about her home, especially if it was horrific like this Institute, so he wouldn't ask. But he did have a very obvious worried look on his face regardless, both in reaction to Renamon's home and about the whole being-turned-into-a-human thing. What was he supposed to say? He had no idea; surprise and confusion were overwhelming him. (As if that much wasn't obvious from the way he looked right now.)
After a few moments, however, he finally managed to find words to say. Not many, but at least it was something. "I don't...believe it." He mentally repeated the words he'd just said, realized what they could imply, and was immediately hit with regret. And an almost over-exaggerated need to apologize, wide-eyed and shaking his head. "No no no, I-I don't mean I don't believe you! I believe you! I mean--it's just--I...I'm at a loss for words right now." Byrne laughed a little, still shaking his head. Yep. That was just about all he could really say right now.