Day 32: Sun Room (2nd shift)

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After the couple glasses of water Leon managed to gulp down during breakfast, the mage felt immensely better. He was still a bit tired, but that was nothing a little lounging on one of the sofas wouldn't cure. Stretching his arms above his head, he couldn't help but wish he'd had the chance to grab one of his new doctor's coats before leaving his room that morning. Maybe they would have let him get away with wearing it. Maybe.

He grabbed an empty sofa, pulling out the journal he tried to keep on him at all times. It was nearly complete now. Just a couple more pages to go. It might not improve his spellcasting that much, but any improvement was better than none. It was getting to where it might be too dangerous for him to use spells at all, if it left him so worn out without even finishing a monster off.

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"Similar to here, actually," Angel said. "But without so much breaking of the fourth wall."

That still threw him off like nothing else, but he'd stopped trying to figure it out for the sake of his sanity. He'd managed not to run into anyone else who knew him the way Bella had, though, so with luck, that was a pattern that would keep going.

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If Angel's world was similar to this place, then it wasn't much like Amestris. There were definitely things Roy had seen here that had never even been imagined in his home world, though that didn't necessarily mean that Angel couldn't be familiar with something like alchemy.

"The fourth wall?" he asked with a tilt of the head. "I'm afraid I'm not familiar with that term." Roy always became more interested in a conversation when presented with something he hadn't heard of before, and he was definitely paying the other man some more attention now.

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Angel blinked, not having expected that question. He didn't think it was that exclusive of a term, was it? Maybe Roy's world was more different than his than he'd assumed.

"It's when the divide between fiction and reality breaks," he replied. "Seems there are some people here who're fictional to others."

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"Ahh, right," Roy said, not actually surprised to hear that. He had been subject to it himself in the past, after all.

"I've come across that. Apparently my voice is the same as another patient's here because the same person voiced us in whatever fiction we're in," he explained with a shrug. It had been strange to hear about at first, but he had decided in the end that it didn't matter too much. He didn't know much about the Gate, but it implied that there were strange connections between worlds, which could very well lead to something along those lines. In the end, he knew who he was and that he was just as real as anyone else here, and that was all that mattered.

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Angel looked up, eyebrows drawn slightly together. "Huh. Really."

What he'd experienced was one thing, but what Roy said kind of took it to the next level because...if Roy was voiced by someone, didn't that mean he was—well, not even played by an actor? As in, drawn and animated, probably? He could buy into one person having different roles in various different dimensions since he'd sort of encountered the same thing before, but this was another kind of bizarre entirely.

"Do you know how common this is?"

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If Angel had heard of this before and mentioned it as if he wasn't that surprised by it, then why was he taking more of an interest now?

All Roy could do was shrug and shake his head. "I can't say I've really kept up with the topic. I heard about it that one time, but both the patient whose voice I apparently share and the one who told us about it are people I haven't seen here in a long time." Which meant they were probably gone. One had even been his roommate for a time, and he hadn't minded his chats with Otacon, but he had quickly learned not to get too attached here.

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Angel nodded. "Seems like people go missing quite a bit," he commented neutrally.

He was still waiting for something important to show up that might narrow down what he was supposed to be looking into, but that hadn't happened yet. Though there probably wasn't much he could do given the entire lack of research materials, and even Willow was as much at a loss as anyone.

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"Yes, and sometimes they come back," Roy responded with a sigh as he resisted the urge to wearily run a hand through his hair.

He had seen a few familiar faces come and go himself (Hawkeye and Havoc in particular), and while he would have liked to see them again, to have their support and their loyalty despite the fact that their memories would be wiped clean, he knew he could hardly wish this place on anyone, let alone those he cared about.

And yet he was glad that Hughes was here, considering the alternative. Strange how that worked.