Byrne couldn't really agree nor disagree with Depth Charge's opinions on having a metal body rather than a 'fleshy' one; he could only imagine what the whole experience must be like, after all, so who was he to judge. But he could definitely agree with the second point. All the interesting people he'd met around here - Renamon, Zex, et cetera - certainly did make for some interesting conversations now that the prosecutor was more accepting of the idea that other worlds were out there. Weird conversations, but interesting nonetheless.

"Not me, that's for sure," he replied, shaking his head. "But how else can you explain half the things that go on around here? Unless everyone's just on drugs or something, which is highly doubtful at this point." Wouldn't that be nice, to still be able to blame everything on drugs. Hah!

It was too easy to simply blame every single thing that happened here on the uncontrollable or the unexplained. The information Renamon had given Byrne yesterday, Renamon's powers, the monsters - all proof that there was something else at play, reasons for the things that happened around here. Drugs didn't create giant scorpions that could actually harm you. (Although, what happened last night specifically might be thanks to drugs...but Byrne wanted to quit thinking about that nightmare for now.)