No. She doesn't deserve that. She's no guiltier than anyone else here.
[ he can't help but snort a derisive laugh at that. ] An insult to myself, huh? Isn't that exactly what I am, though? Just some dead kid nobody cares about, except for when someone needs to feel bad about screwing up.
Is that what others have told you? I know very well that you had people around you who cared for your well-being even weeks before that tragedy. Are you saying that those feelings are suddenly defunct because you died?
You are a fool, you know. As am I. We are both fools.
[He pinches the bridge of his nose.]
Mr. Rex, did you think, simply because you saw people acting merrily in public meant we forgot about your murder? The matter tormented me. I discussed it multiple times with others, such as the Lieutenant, to try to ascertain where we had gone wrong. And you must admit, Miss Susato was smart with what she did. I do not know about the exact purposes of it, but her letting herself be discovered as "evidence" at the time was something that quite fooled us. The ropes, the fact that your body had been pulled out of the room where you died - I even approached Satariel - I mean, Miss Portia, wondering if there had been an accomplice in the matter. Believe me, I and many others had kept your murder in mind. We simply didn't move on as you assume.
[And then, a sigh.]
But yes, I am a fool, too. We resolved to solve your case logically. And I know there are several others who jumped out in front of me to accuse Miss Susato directly to her face. But yes, I and many others didn't consider the man behind it all. It is unfair that you didn't get a letter. It is unfair you were not acknowledged as a human being behind it all. You were not everybody's last priority, absolutely not, but your feelings in the matter were not addressed. And I am sorry for that.
So you're only sorry when you have to finally look me in the face, huh? Yeah, I bet. And are you sorry for not saying who killed me even when you knew it?
Are you sorry for caring more about Susato, the person you knew for ages already, than me, some random kid you knew for a couple weeks at most?
Mr. Rex, have you been listening to a word I said? I was sorry after the verdict, and I was sorry during the week, and I was sorry when I realized the truth too late, and I was sorry not to put the whole thing to bed when I did so! Yes! Why do you think I brought this up right away? Because I knew it had to be addressed!
[He's getting a little frustrated, now.]
I will not say sorry for caring more about Miss Susato. That I will acknowledge. You can understand that. But to think that you were tossed aside like trash...it is simply not true. Letters or not, people did think of you. I am sorry that no one reached out to you despite that.
Because you could either wallow in the belief that everyone around you will always betray you, or you could give yourself a chance to take the leap and allow yourself to believe them, for a change.
I cannot control how you feel, Mr. Rex. I cannot force you into decisions. I cannot make you forgive me, or anyone else here. What I can do is attempt to shake you out of this belief that the people around you are cruel and will never care for you. What sort of life is that?
Come now. In an instant, I could tell you were enamored with it. A most inquisitive mind, focused on machinery and the way it worked! Others would scarcely care.
[He lifts his hand to look at it, the gears spinning.]
Its little moments like that make me understand you a little more, Mr. Rex.
It can make a difference now. I have many such similar things at home, you know. Actually...here.
[He's pulling out his goggles from his bag to just. Toss lightly at him.]
Take a look! My own invention. Your chance, here and now, only. If you want to take it. Maybe you just want to keep wallowing in your own thoughts about how everything in this world is heartless and cruel, though. I'm not you, after all.
[That's right! That's Herlock Sholmes for you! Actual snake!]
[Annnd they have a bunch of stuff on them! Well, a few knobs, but there's clearly one that switches on the light in the lens, another which adjusts the position of them for magnification.]
Multiple things, my dear boy. Magnification is activated on this one, but at their full power they can scan heat signatures, connect with another device to enable photographs of whatever you are looking at, a filter for easy visibility of a substance that illuminates skin prints, and the like! A tour de force for murder investigations!
[ he fiddles with the switch and the knob indeed, glancing through the lenses to see the effect. In particular, he checks to see what the magnification mechanism is on these anyway. Is it more like a magnifying glass, some kind of lens that slides into place over the regular lens? Or is it more like a telescope, with extending eyeballs like fuckin snail eyestalks? ]
Huh. And what's all this powered by? Electricity, a battery? [ He'll also start searching for a power source!! ]
[It's a lens that slides in place over the regular lens! Same with the filters.]
A battery, of course. In my time, electricity, while steadily being used, has not yet progressed to a point where it can be used in small portable devices like this.
[It does probably have a small compartment for a battery, somewhere! Look, IDK how his stupid inventions work, They just Do.]
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[ he can't help but snort a derisive laugh at that. ] An insult to myself, huh? Isn't that exactly what I am, though? Just some dead kid nobody cares about, except for when someone needs to feel bad about screwing up.
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Is that what others have told you? I know very well that you had people around you who cared for your well-being even weeks before that tragedy. Are you saying that those feelings are suddenly defunct because you died?
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I die, and nobody figures out who did it because everyone cares too much about the culprit to see it.
The next week, everyone carries on like nothing happened. The only letter I got was from my murderer, apologizing to me.
I know I'm everybody's last priority. And that's fine. But I don't want people lying to me about it.
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You are a fool, you know. As am I. We are both fools.
[He pinches the bridge of his nose.]
Mr. Rex, did you think, simply because you saw people acting merrily in public meant we forgot about your murder? The matter tormented me. I discussed it multiple times with others, such as the Lieutenant, to try to ascertain where we had gone wrong. And you must admit, Miss Susato was smart with what she did. I do not know about the exact purposes of it, but her letting herself be discovered as "evidence" at the time was something that quite fooled us. The ropes, the fact that your body had been pulled out of the room where you died - I even approached Satariel - I mean, Miss Portia, wondering if there had been an accomplice in the matter. Believe me, I and many others had kept your murder in mind. We simply didn't move on as you assume.
[And then, a sigh.]
But yes, I am a fool, too. We resolved to solve your case logically. And I know there are several others who jumped out in front of me to accuse Miss Susato directly to her face. But yes, I and many others didn't consider the man behind it all. It is unfair that you didn't get a letter. It is unfair you were not acknowledged as a human being behind it all. You were not everybody's last priority, absolutely not, but your feelings in the matter were not addressed. And I am sorry for that.
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Are you sorry for caring more about Susato, the person you knew for ages already, than me, some random kid you knew for a couple weeks at most?
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[He's getting a little frustrated, now.]
I will not say sorry for caring more about Miss Susato. That I will acknowledge. You can understand that. But to think that you were tossed aside like trash...it is simply not true. Letters or not, people did think of you. I am sorry that no one reached out to you despite that.
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I cannot control how you feel, Mr. Rex. I cannot force you into decisions. I cannot make you forgive me, or anyone else here. What I can do is attempt to shake you out of this belief that the people around you are cruel and will never care for you. What sort of life is that?
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One where I don't get taken advantage of and killed again.
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[He looks towards the ground.]
You're made for great things. Nanites and brilliant brain and all.
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You don't know that. You can't say that. No way you got to know me enough to think that.
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[He tilts his head.]
Do you remember us at the party? When you took an interest in my hand?
[His metal hand, whirring away.]
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[He lifts his hand to look at it, the gears spinning.]
Its little moments like that make me understand you a little more, Mr. Rex.
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[He folds his arms.]
It can make a difference now. I have many such similar things at home, you know. Actually...here.
[He's pulling out his goggles from his bag to just. Toss lightly at him.]
Take a look! My own invention. Your chance, here and now, only. If you want to take it. Maybe you just want to keep wallowing in your own thoughts about how everything in this world is heartless and cruel, though. I'm not you, after all.
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Rex takes the goggles, turning them over in his hands, trying to investigate anything that may indicate further function beyond, well. just goggles. ]
What do they do?
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[Annnd they have a bunch of stuff on them! Well, a few knobs, but there's clearly one that switches on the light in the lens, another which adjusts the position of them for magnification.]
Multiple things, my dear boy. Magnification is activated on this one, but at their full power they can scan heat signatures, connect with another device to enable photographs of whatever you are looking at, a filter for easy visibility of a substance that illuminates skin prints, and the like! A tour de force for murder investigations!
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Huh. And what's all this powered by? Electricity, a battery? [ He'll also start searching for a power source!! ]
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A battery, of course. In my time, electricity, while steadily being used, has not yet progressed to a point where it can be used in small portable devices like this.
[It does probably have a small compartment for a battery, somewhere! Look, IDK how his stupid inventions work, They just Do.]
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Hm. Not bad, I guess.
You gonna make it any better, now that you're not limited to just "your time"?
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[A pause.]
Do you want it?
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What? Why?
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