[Hey, Kim. Sholmes is here, lack of hand and all, just. Sitting at a chair. He's puffing away at a pipe, looking like at any moment he's ready to stand and run all over like a chicken with its head cut off.]
[When he sees Kim, though, he just nods. Irene as a crow squawks at him.]
I...have some good news, and some bad news, Lieutenant.
[Kim's got his hands in his pockets, feeling for something. Cecile is once again on his shoulder in the form of a bandicoot. He looks over, trying not to look too grim as he returns the nod.]
We were other people, with different lives. I was a gunslinger. A man who took jobs to kill others, using abilities to make sure my bullets shot true. We were all hired to obtain a priceless object, hidden within a prison.
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[When he sees Kim, though, he just nods. Irene as a crow squawks at him.]
I...have some good news, and some bad news, Lieutenant.
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Okay... I'm listening.
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[Puff, puff, puff. The smoke fills the air.]
The bad news...they are not sure of her whereabouts.
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[His hands stop moving.]
Thank god...
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[He just looks pensive, still. His eyes flicker towards the other's hands.]
I feel we can only have a sigh of relief for now. It doesn't mean that...she still couldn't be in danger.
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True. This is unusual...
... Wait. Has there been confirmation for the other missing people...?
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[Which he. Doesn't like.]
[A pause.]
Did you find something, Lieutenant?
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[Evidently, Kim also doesn't like that.]
[But he sees Sholmes looking at his hands, and shakes his head.]
... No. This is just... [He pulls one hand out to show a cigarette. The other, presumably, went for the lighter.]
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[And a slight quirk of his mouth.]
We think in similar ways. [Gesturing to his pipe.] Sometimes, one can find a certain comfort in the embrace of a substance.
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[But he puts the cigarette back in his pocket.]
But as a rule, I only smoke one per day. Usually at night.
[This was a moment of weakness.]
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[A sigh.]
I'm glad you're close with Miss Susato. I think you and her could learn a lot from each other.
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[...]
I regret that I didn't arrive in time to see you all last night.
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[...]
Would you be willing to tell me what happened to all of you?
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[A bit more stern, and a surprising use of his name, instead of his title. The gentle look shifts into a frown.]
And...mm. A complicated matter, but...our memories were replaced.
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Replaced? With what?
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[He looks down at the stump of his left hand.]
We were other people, with different lives. I was a gunslinger. A man who took jobs to kill others, using abilities to make sure my bullets shot true. We were all hired to obtain a priceless object, hidden within a prison.
[...]
It went...poorly, to say the least.
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It sounded that way, yes.
What happened...?
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[A pause. A shudder.]
We all wanted the money, and tried to kill each other. The object in question was simply a boy with abilities.
[.....]
[He lowers his gaze.]
I killed Mr. Joonghyuk and Miss Nanaly. I...I would have killed Miss Susato.
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[His voice is hushed.]
I'm sorry.
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[And he presses his hand against his forehead.]
I'm glad I was killed before I could finish it.
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... It's good that you made it back. The real you.
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[That's...]
[He reaches up, hesitates slightly, but puts his hand on the other's hand, looking up at him, grateful.]
...I'm glad, too. [He says, quietly.] Thank you.
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Have you spoken with Miss Susato since the two of you returned?
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...No. I haven't.
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