He accepted the words without again reiterating his doubt, and for that, she saw the progress as positive. She inclined her head to him politely, and allowed the conversation to fall to silence as well. Therefore, when he spoke up, she was almost surprised.
The Digimon tilted her head at his word use. Needing to look into it. That also seemed as if he thought there was something he could do about it-- But hers was not to question at this point, but to offer information to hopefully advise. She watched him for a beat, then nodded. "If you wish to confirm someone's death, there's a morgue on the west side of the second floor. However, not all corpses are always there." The simplest of answers of the things mentioned, and perhaps he would question why there was a morgue in an asylum.
"For the rest..." she continued softly. This was again, likely something he would not want to hear, but he would learn eventually. At least with warning, even from one he didn't trust, he might acclimate better in time. "In the time I've been here, deaths have not been common, but they have not been rare either. Even last night, the message given over the intercom--" Renamon's eyes slanted, nearly against her will, remembering Badou's response to the fact of one of his friend's deaths. It wasn't as easy, when it affected others like this. Would it have been different? If Nataku, Jiraiya, Yukari... If any of them had been killed instead of just vanishing? She couldn't say. She didn't want to contemplate it.
"The message read that two patients were dead. Someone I was with last night was close to one of them. He said they were children." As if that meant anything anymore. "...Nothing's safe here," she added, almost too soft to hear. She regretted speaking it instantly; it was too personal, too opinionated, but it was there as much as anything. The thought of those lost, and those taken away.
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The Digimon tilted her head at his word use. Needing to look into it. That also seemed as if he thought there was something he could do about it-- But hers was not to question at this point, but to offer information to hopefully advise. She watched him for a beat, then nodded. "If you wish to confirm someone's death, there's a morgue on the west side of the second floor. However, not all corpses are always there." The simplest of answers of the things mentioned, and perhaps he would question why there was a morgue in an asylum.
"For the rest..." she continued softly. This was again, likely something he would not want to hear, but he would learn eventually. At least with warning, even from one he didn't trust, he might acclimate better in time. "In the time I've been here, deaths have not been common, but they have not been rare either. Even last night, the message given over the intercom--" Renamon's eyes slanted, nearly against her will, remembering Badou's response to the fact of one of his friend's deaths. It wasn't as easy, when it affected others like this. Would it have been different? If Nataku, Jiraiya, Yukari... If any of them had been killed instead of just vanishing? She couldn't say. She didn't want to contemplate it.
"The message read that two patients were dead. Someone I was with last night was close to one of them. He said they were children." As if that meant anything anymore. "...Nothing's safe here," she added, almost too soft to hear. She regretted speaking it instantly; it was too personal, too opinionated, but it was there as much as anything. The thought of those lost, and those taken away.