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Day 37: Sun Room (4th Shift)
There were still too many things on Armand's mind for him to truly relax. The morning with Alec had been a help. And seeing that TK was going to be well helped him know that it was time to work out something else, but what? He'd already, without success again, tried to reach one of the club leaders about his sole idea of something new and different. Maybe it was hopeless.
There was no way he was going to play with paper and glue like a small child, and he glared at the nurse as best he could until she gave up on the idea. There was a free chair in the Sun Room--in fact, there were many free chairs--where he settled down to see what the new patients looked like. Prisoners, not patients. He felt bad that he had to remind himself. Even if he was crazy, he wasn't going to give in to Dr. Landel's game, not today. He nibbled on an overgrown cuticle and kept an eye on the room. No dozing today.
[for Citan]
There was no way he was going to play with paper and glue like a small child, and he glared at the nurse as best he could until she gave up on the idea. There was a free chair in the Sun Room--in fact, there were many free chairs--where he settled down to see what the new patients looked like. Prisoners, not patients. He felt bad that he had to remind himself. Even if he was crazy, he wasn't going to give in to Dr. Landel's game, not today. He nibbled on an overgrown cuticle and kept an eye on the room. No dozing today.
[for Citan]
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She crossed her arms in thought. "I'll have to think about my own situation concerning the emotional constructs--it was called Chaos, and the D-Reaper--as well as ask others for details. The only way we were able to make any progress however was to find its tie to the world; its center. It was using a human girl."
But Renamon didn't want to think of Jeri, or Leomon, because that made her think of her conversation with Orihime about what happened to people that died here. And where they went.
"It's safe to assume that nothing about you is a secret to them. Nothing is safe." Something occured to Renamon then, something that had to be broached very carefully if Yukari didn't know yet. "Have you heard the theory of why that is?"
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Unlike Renamon, it was a little difficult to relate to the theory. As far as she knew, nothing back home was happening because of their emotions, or a single person... and with Mitsuru telling her earlier their plan all along didn't even work, they were right back to square one figuring out the source. A part of Yukari didn't feel very confident trying to do the same thing, here.
"Huh?" She stared in slight surprise, shaking her head. "No, I... I don't have a clue. I didn't even know how much they knew until a few days ago."
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There were times when Renamon could turn a phrase more poetically than the haiku writer on the board, but more of the time Renamon was Renamon, blunt and straight to the point. Which is what she went with now. "There's reason to believe that most of us here are..." She stopped, paused a moment to think about the implications of the statement that did sound crazy, moreso than anything else she's said before. It couldn't be helped though.
She looked at the girl calmly. "That most of us are fictional."
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If there was one thing that had changed about Yukari within the past week, it was her willingness to believe and accept a lot of things. She couldn't stop and roll her eyes at the impossible anymore, because as far as this place was concerned it was.
But that? That sort of claim was enough for Yukari to show off one of her finest in contorted faces.
"R... Renamon-san," she began, disbelief at the mere idea apparent in her tone. "Do you really believe what you're saying? It's gotta be one of the..." Yukari trailed off, catching herself before being too blunt with her thoughts. But it was true, it was completely absurd. "I don't believe that."
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"I don't have an opinion one way or the other," she replied ambiguously. "I was told this by multiple people, people that didn't work for Landel. People that stated intricate facts and secrets of my life, things I had shared with one person, because they told me I was a television show."
Renamon closed her eyes. "There are others who are told that they are from books or video games. Not only Landel and his team of doctors list off facts about them, but other patients as well. There's theories for this."
She continued, hoping that if she talked, Yukari could actually hear her. "There's other worlds; that's a fact. Some would say that every story ever written was a world or universe first, and the creator of that story tapped into a universal truth to make it."
She sighed, realizing she had indeed talked too much. "Understand that I really don't know for a fact one way or the other--other than my personal experience. It's just something else that seems to be a common theory going around."
Yes, Renamon. Point out that you're not crazy, you simply listen to crazy people.
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Or maybe there were just some things that were never going to be explained. And seeing how Yukari felt about this particular situation-- and Renamon, as well-- she didn't find herself wanting to get much into it.
"Anyway, people make up weird stuff for things they don't know all the time. I'm sure there's some other reason."
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The past fox Digimon thought, trying to think of something that wouldn't make the girl uncomfortable. Renamon did care for Yukari, and making her upset was not something she wanted to do. There was that whole issue Jiraiya mentioned to her... But Renamon wasn't even sure if others at the Institute were moving in real time enough to cause that.... Though there was something else that was irritating her lately.
"Yukari, I was wondering something," Renamon started, "about the human body's reactions. Specifically what the reasons are for a person's cheeks to heat up." Renamon knew the flush of embarrassment, but that wasn't it at all. And if she knew why it was caused, she could work to control it so it wouldn't happen.
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"Um, well." Yukari paused for the quickest of seconds to wonder why Renamon was asking, but maybe she'd tell. "Sometimes it's when you're embarrassed or..." Hm, how could she describe this? "Get flustered, and things like that."
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She tried to replay the conversation in her mind. She was talking to Orihime, before they had even started talking about the difficult subjects. Renamon had asked how the girl was, told her she made theories with Mello and Jiraiya, and Orihime asked how Renamon and Jiraiya were getting along.
....
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...Right.
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"Is that..." She sighed. "Is that a normal reaction for humans?"
It was true that she knew more about humans than almost any other Digimon, having lived years in the human world, but having Rika as a partner was difficult at times for learning's sake. Like for this. She wouldn't imagine Rika liking someone enough to react like that. And who would it be? Takato? Henry? Laughable. And the same should be true for her. Granted, she was fond of Impmon, but....
She was putting too much thought into this.
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