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Day 34: Lunch
Yuffie bounced all the way through collecting her lunch, all the way to a good seat- one with a nice view of the whole cafeteria, which was something she'd been missing out on during the past day or so that she'd been stuck in the Institute- and hell, she even bounced into her seat.
A good mood? No, really?
Despite the occasional blip, talking to Sagara had been awesome. He was a fun guy; he wasn't a prude, didn't have a stick shoved so far up his ass it was poking out his eyeballs, and he'd actually had a conversation with her. One that hadn't revolved around doom, gloom or how much life sucked. If she could find other people like that and keep in touch with Sagara, maybe there was a little hope for this place.
After a quick gulp of pink lemonade, Yuffie settled to munching through her food and keeping an eye on the door.
[Waiting for Dean, I think? :x]
A good mood? No, really?
Despite the occasional blip, talking to Sagara had been awesome. He was a fun guy; he wasn't a prude, didn't have a stick shoved so far up his ass it was poking out his eyeballs, and he'd actually had a conversation with her. One that hadn't revolved around doom, gloom or how much life sucked. If she could find other people like that and keep in touch with Sagara, maybe there was a little hope for this place.
After a quick gulp of pink lemonade, Yuffie settled to munching through her food and keeping an eye on the door.
[Waiting for Dean, I think? :x]
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Panic, hysteria, anything that was spurred by emotional reactions were an unknown factor to Renamon. After the first day, when she had burst into tears of relief from her heightened human emotions, she had been very careful to keep any feelings far from the surface. Talking to Namine last shift had let some break free, but she was the epitome of self-control. There wasn't anything -here- that would make her lose that. So deep inside went anything that she was feeling at the moment. It might resurface later. At the same time, maybe she wouldn't allow it to.
"I'm not insulted. Thank you. I don't think this form suits me very well though." Expressionless as normal, she tilted her head to the side, considering. "I was aware of a Digimon anime in my world. It followed a group of children, maybe five or more, through a representation of the Digital World. It's, ah, slightly odd to hear that my 'reality' was just a show as well. A Digimon show with the characters watching Digimon? Ironic."
Rika. She was the one thing that could upset her, could break her fierce stoicism and self-control. She had twitched, just slightly, at another saying her name, knowing her. She meant to pass by this subject, but she couldn't just... "What, ah...." Think, Renamon. Stop making a fool of yourself. "What did this show cover, exactly? I'd like to know which parts of my history are common knowledge. If you remember, that is. I meant to ask you about this as well. Might as well start with it."
Everything about her now spoke of reservation and politeness, with no shows or feeling or emotion to give away anything at all.
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When the - no, not young lady, Digimon, he reminded himself - asked that question, he smiled gently. "It began with Rika choosing you. She wanted to become strong herself, and thought of you as a...tool, with which to do so."
He sipped his lemonade, continuing. "As the show went on, you had quite a few confrontations with other Digimon. You and Rika became close; she helped you digivolve several times, and even biomerged with you towards the end, so you became Sakuyamon. You went into that form quite a few more times after that; every time you faced the D-Reaper, in fact."
Edgeworth smiled gently. "You'll have to forgive any lapses in my memory."
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She closed her eyes and contemplated what to say. A moment passed, then another. "...I can't shake the feeling that I should have been looking for cameras behind me at every turn." The poor attempt for a joke came complete without a smile. "The Bio-Merging... I have to ask about that at least. How did it... How was it represented?" Bio-Merging with Rika had been an extreme turning point in her life, something akin to a spiritual experience. Afterwards... nothing was the same. If they (whoever they were) just wrote it off.... She didn't know why she needed to know.
Everything else could be written off. The D-Reaper being mentioned was a sore spot, but it was at least gone, even after all the damage it had caused. Digivolving was known to anyone that had knowledge of Digimon, and a Digimon being simply used as a tool was more commonplace then ones as friends. Again, again Rika was the exception. Renamon's voice was a fraction quieter when she spoke next. "Don't feel obligated to answer. But... how were we close?"
Rika changed everything. That was the only constant in Renamon's life.
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Edgeworth closed his eyes, thinking back to watching the episode as a child. "It was really beautiful, the way they depicted the Bio-Merge. You were both surrounded by this light...I remember Rika saying that it was warm, and beautiful. You, together, were beautiful."
He opened his eyes again, smiling gently. "It's going to sound odd, saying this, but you two were closer than most other partners were. I think she would have said you were more than a partner to her. You were close friends."
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She had been practicing even breaths, and her mind was a bit more clear when Edgeworth finished talking. Enough to focus on the points that didn't quite make sense. "That sounds about right. Though I don't know of any 'Ryo' or 'Cyberdramon'."
The rest of what Edgeworth said hit Renamon in a way she couldn't quite describe. A mesh of things: warmth, affection, irritation, impatience, an awkward feeling, and extreme relief, mixed with memories and an all-consuming love. It wasn't something she was looking forward to admitting to herself, let alone say to others. She again closed her eyes, elbows resting on the table, her fingers steepled in front of her face. She had nothing to say to any of that. There was nothing to be said. It was just something to be accepted, and truthfully, something she needed to be reminded of. She opened her eyes to focus her bright gaze on the man sitting across from her. "...Thank you, Edgeworth. It means a great deal to me."
Renamon slid her elbows down to fold her hands on the table. "But I think my life, fictional or otherwise, has taken quite enough of our time. I originally wanted to speak with you to hear any theories--or information--you may have on the 'why's' of Landel's Institute. If you don't mind," she added, slightly bowing her head.
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After Renamon opened her eyes and spoke, Edgeworth bowed his head in response, nodding. "You're quite welcome." Her mood had changed perceptibly, and there was no need to say more than that, he thought.
When the conversation shifted topics, the prosecutor took his journal from his inner coat pocket. "I don't mind at all," he said, flipping to a page early on. "There are a few theories I've been tossing around, actually. One is that this is a type of military testing facility, though it isn't like any I know of in my own world."
He tapped his pen against the notebook. "Basically, the military facilities at home are strictly voluntary. There's no...conscription of people. Though if this is a different world completely from any of ours, it still could be military."
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She leaned back in the chair and crossed her arms. "In most military training, from what I know, goals are set. The goals are quite clear here. We play their games at night, and make no actual progress. This basement spoken of in hushed tones, outside the gates, and everywhere inside. None of these places led us to solid conclusions because it is their game. Our moves are monitored, our actions controlled and hindered. The game-master decides all." She sighed suddenly, internally frustrated at the lack of knowledge and at the same time surprised at her speech. "But for what?...."
Renamon hadn't said all of this aloud to someone yet, her days full of other world interviews, and her nights with useless exploration. A part of her was relieved to be able to voice it all, as contrary to her usual silent acceptance as it was.
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The prosecutor nodded in agreement with Renamon's thoughts on military training. "That's quite correct from what I know of military training. You're placed on a team, given a mission, and sent to carry it out. Here? We form our own teams, we decide our own smaller missions, and carry them out, but what does that mean, in terms of the larger picture? Unless that's the objective of the test, it makes no sense."
Edgeworth laughed sarcastically. "It almost sounds more like a social psychology experiment, and it reminds me in a vague way of one I studied in college. It was called the Stanford Prison Experiment, and the way it worked was that the subjects were grouped into 'prisoners' and 'guards'. The experiment had to be cancelled shortly after it began because the 'guards' got out of hand. I wonder if we're not the 'prisoners', the staff aren't the 'guards', and there hasn't been any kind of cancellation."
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Renamon nodded, thinking. "What were the actual experiments? What were they trying to see?"
"Theories are well and good," she started up again, "but what's missing is facts. At least for me. Certain things seem like they might matter but I have no information on them. Experimental trials, a 'Mr. Radio' who had some control over the creatures within the Institute, and a partnership between the man previously mentioned and Landel himself... do you know anything about those?"
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He frowned at those last questions. "Let me take the last question first and work backwards," he began.
"From what I've pieced together, the man known as 'Mr. Radio' was actually named Alec Doyle, and he and Martin Landel had worked together quite a lot in the past - that's why he had the control he did over the creatures here. I don't know why they parted ways, but I know that they did. Whatever the reason for the fallout was seems to be why Doyle was so eager to help the people here. At some point several days ago, the two men had a confrontation, and it's fairly clear that Landel killed Doyle for those actions."
Edgeworth crossed his arms and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before tackling that last question. "I know more than I'd like about those experimental trials. I was the subject of one my first night here. I don't know what their objective is, aside from causing trauma to the subjects."
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Renamon was extremely interested that Edgeworth had been involved in one. Features still bland, she carefully thought about her questions. "Not to... tear open wounds, as it were, but what kind of things do they do?"
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The prosecutor closed his eyes. Even now, after all this time, he still wasn't terribly comfortable talking about what had happened, but there was only one way to get more comfortable, as much as he wished he didn't have to. "From what I've gathered by talking with other people who have been subjects of these trials, what happens in them depends on the subject, where they're from, and what abilities are present in their world. It's highly personalized. In my case...there are certain people in my world who have the ability to channel the spirits of the dead. They tried to see if they could grant that ability to someone not born with it."
"I don't know what the..." Edgeworth still had a hard time calling that monster a doctor, so he settled on a different word. "...scientist running the trial saw, but I...I'll be blunt. My father was murdered when I was a child, and I witnessed it. I saw the whole thing through his eyes."
If she asked, Edgeworth would explain about the reminder that had been left, but after having explained it once that morning, he was hardly in the mood to offer the information again.
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She bowed her head slightly in respect for the dead and Edgeworth himself. She had no personal experience really with deep mourning, but the dead should always be given respect. "So... the experiments test your capability for different powers or abilities?" That would add a whole new twist to her way of thinking if true. Keeping her head bowed, she continued. "Were you able to keep that ability afterwards, to channel spirits?"
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The last question...he closed his eyes again, breathing deeply, then opened them carefully. "That's the gist of things, yes, but it doesn't always seem to be that way. In other cases, memories have been wiped, or altered, or things have been taken from a person."
"In my case, while I haven't been able to...completely keep the ability, the experiment left a reminder. I still hear my father's voice at times, and it serves most often as a warning. I hear it when I'm in danger."
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She seemed to be running out of time to talk to Edgeworth though, as she noticed the first few nurses lead the patients away. "I'm sorry that you had to go through something that was trying for you. But it seems like you were given a gift, whether through the Institute's design or... maybe someone else's." Renamon gave Edgeworth a small smile. "You have someone you care for looking out for you."
She closed her notebook, having never really gotten around to discussing the sum of what was inside. No matter. There were other days if it was necessary. "Thank you for meeting with me. I apologize for spending so much time on myself, as it were." She stood up. "If I find out anything beneficial, I'll be sure to contact you."