Barnaby's calm, green-eyed gaze shifted over toward one of the nurses for a moment. He had to admit that he'd wondered if their incompetence was merely a facade, or if they were really that unaware of what was truly happening. They couldn't really believe they were all crazy, could they? Or had something happened to them to make them forget about things like basic geography and current events?
He hadn't thought to consider them victims. And though he wasn't entirely convinced, it was something to keep in mind during future observations. Maybe he'd pick up on something he might not have thought to look for earlier.
While he could have asked about what, exactly, "attacked" patients, he had a feeling he knew the answer. Barnaby had already read about some of the accounts of "monsters" on the bulletin board. The virgin-eating ones in particular were more creative than he would have expected. On the other hand, if they really were a figment of the patients' imaginations, he wasn't sure if he wanted to think too hard about the implications, and whether people were just projecting their sexual frustrations onto some of the wildlife here. Quite frankly, it was a little creepy.
"I'll keep all of that in mind," he answered after letting Renamon's explanation sink in, and he took another careful bite of his granola bar.
There were a lot of other things he knew he ought to try to find out -- the population of the town, the general layout, what places would be of interest to patients like themselves, just to name a few.
But something else he'd seen on the board uncomfortably pressed against the back of his mind, like a jagged rock wedged at the bottom of his shoe. "By the way," he softly added just when it looked like he might let the conversation drop altogether, "I've read messages about people dying at night. Do you know anything about that, or where I could go to confirm someone's death?"
Given the subject matter, his voice was quite composed, almost inappropriately so, but Barnaby was quick to clarify why he was interested. "If patients are getting killed, I need to look into that as soon as possible." It didn't matter whether Renamon wanted to call it a duty, or a moral obligation, or something else entirely. However, loss of life was one of the things a Hero was supposed to prevent, and Barnaby didn't want to treat possible causalities lightly.
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He hadn't thought to consider them victims. And though he wasn't entirely convinced, it was something to keep in mind during future observations. Maybe he'd pick up on something he might not have thought to look for earlier.
While he could have asked about what, exactly, "attacked" patients, he had a feeling he knew the answer. Barnaby had already read about some of the accounts of "monsters" on the bulletin board. The virgin-eating ones in particular were more creative than he would have expected. On the other hand, if they really were a figment of the patients' imaginations, he wasn't sure if he wanted to think too hard about the implications, and whether people were just projecting their sexual frustrations onto some of the wildlife here. Quite frankly, it was a little creepy.
"I'll keep all of that in mind," he answered after letting Renamon's explanation sink in, and he took another careful bite of his granola bar.
There were a lot of other things he knew he ought to try to find out -- the population of the town, the general layout, what places would be of interest to patients like themselves, just to name a few.
But something else he'd seen on the board uncomfortably pressed against the back of his mind, like a jagged rock wedged at the bottom of his shoe. "By the way," he softly added just when it looked like he might let the conversation drop altogether, "I've read messages about people dying at night. Do you know anything about that, or where I could go to confirm someone's death?"
Given the subject matter, his voice was quite composed, almost inappropriately so, but Barnaby was quick to clarify why he was interested. "If patients are getting killed, I need to look into that as soon as possible." It didn't matter whether Renamon wanted to call it a duty, or a moral obligation, or something else entirely. However, loss of life was one of the things a Hero was supposed to prevent, and Barnaby didn't want to treat possible causalities lightly.