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More Data Required
Nov. 28th, 2024 11:39 amAs it turned out
Staying on the network had not, in fact, proved to be a safe option for his mental health. He could avoid people, certainly- but what they were saying was still in full view.
Everything had gotten worse. He could read between the lines. He'd gone from a concern to being dead weight in two words from Ken's mouth.
Falcon had died. Run off to confront the other Amada alone. He hadn't even said anything to anyone.
Would he have talked with you about it, before? Would he have trusted you before?
How badly did you fuck up?
Stupid. Stupid. Should've been up front with him. Should've told him everything. He'd understood. He'd known what it was like. Now that was broken, and it was all his fault.
If it weren't for you, everything would be fine. That's how it always goes. You poison everything you touch. It happened with Wakaba, and it happened with Mom.
How many people had that bitch Renée told? She lived with Futaba Isshiki. She took care of Futaba Isshiki. The girl had to know, and Phoenix too. And he talked to everyone. Somehow was on good terms with everyone, in spite of being a demon, in spite of being just as inhuman. How many people knew what he was? Were they only avoiding talking about it on the network because they knew he could see? He needed to observe. More data required. See where they were going.
... Ken knew, at least. But Ken thought he was dead weight, and that was somehow worse than the alternative. That phrase sat like a rock in his gut, twisting inside him, making him taste bile-
"Goro?"
His head snapped in the direction of the sound, glaring at Rookmon, frozen in the doorway. In the darkness of his room, the digimon was a mere silhouette against the backlight of the hall.
"I... went out to acquire dinner. If you like. I know you haven't been content with the options around here, of late, so I thought maybe something from the Tokyo door might be in order, and-"
Goro returned his attention to the screen in front of him. "Just leave it on the nightstand, Rookmon. I'll get to it."
The avian wilted, slightly, but nodded, and set a steaming bowl where directed- next to an untouched sandwich and an equally-untouched bowl of rice. "Goro... it'll all be there when you're done eating. Please."
He hesitated... but sighed. "Alright. Fine, I'll- thank you. Rookmon." He stood, and crossed to where the bowl had been set. "Least I can still trust you."
"Always, Goro. I'll... take these away."
He nodded mutely. He could eat, and then... he had to get back to his analysis. He needed more data. Needed to figure out what they were doing. What they were saying. Had to make sure that he and Rookmon would be safe. The appearance of Amada had bought them time, drawn attention away, but they had to be next on the docket, surely.
Had to be. Would they try to fix him like they'd done Falcon? Needed to prepare. Needed to stay safe.
I just wish it wasn't like this.
Staying on the network had not, in fact, proved to be a safe option for his mental health. He could avoid people, certainly- but what they were saying was still in full view.
Everything had gotten worse. He could read between the lines. He'd gone from a concern to being dead weight in two words from Ken's mouth.
Falcon had died. Run off to confront the other Amada alone. He hadn't even said anything to anyone.
Would he have talked with you about it, before? Would he have trusted you before?
How badly did you fuck up?
Stupid. Stupid. Should've been up front with him. Should've told him everything. He'd understood. He'd known what it was like. Now that was broken, and it was all his fault.
If it weren't for you, everything would be fine. That's how it always goes. You poison everything you touch. It happened with Wakaba, and it happened with Mom.
How many people had that bitch Renée told? She lived with Futaba Isshiki. She took care of Futaba Isshiki. The girl had to know, and Phoenix too. And he talked to everyone. Somehow was on good terms with everyone, in spite of being a demon, in spite of being just as inhuman. How many people knew what he was? Were they only avoiding talking about it on the network because they knew he could see? He needed to observe. More data required. See where they were going.
... Ken knew, at least. But Ken thought he was dead weight, and that was somehow worse than the alternative. That phrase sat like a rock in his gut, twisting inside him, making him taste bile-
"Goro?"
His head snapped in the direction of the sound, glaring at Rookmon, frozen in the doorway. In the darkness of his room, the digimon was a mere silhouette against the backlight of the hall.
"I... went out to acquire dinner. If you like. I know you haven't been content with the options around here, of late, so I thought maybe something from the Tokyo door might be in order, and-"
Goro returned his attention to the screen in front of him. "Just leave it on the nightstand, Rookmon. I'll get to it."
The avian wilted, slightly, but nodded, and set a steaming bowl where directed- next to an untouched sandwich and an equally-untouched bowl of rice. "Goro... it'll all be there when you're done eating. Please."
He hesitated... but sighed. "Alright. Fine, I'll- thank you. Rookmon." He stood, and crossed to where the bowl had been set. "Least I can still trust you."
"Always, Goro. I'll... take these away."
He nodded mutely. He could eat, and then... he had to get back to his analysis. He needed more data. Needed to figure out what they were doing. What they were saying. Had to make sure that he and Rookmon would be safe. The appearance of Amada had bought them time, drawn attention away, but they had to be next on the docket, surely.
Had to be. Would they try to fix him like they'd done Falcon? Needed to prepare. Needed to stay safe.
I just wish it wasn't like this.
