Jun 23, 2009 19:34
Before anyone could come to any decisions for their next move, the room suddenly filled with a thick fog. Faster than he could realize what was happening, it had filled up the entire room and swallowed every single one of his friends. Then there was that undeniable stench of iron, blood and... he last remembered taking a step back and feeling that
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"Are you sure that you really remember watching that? I said this place was good at psychological warfare, and it isn't beyond their power here to completely brainwash someone. How do you know they didn't just overwrite your memories of the anime you watched?" Fox gave Otacon some time to let that sink in before he continued. This had to stop here, Fox wasn't going to let them go down the same path they had last time. He wouldn't just sit back and watch history repeat itself.
It would have to be difficult for Otacon to doubt his own memories, but that was far better than having Otacon wonder if he was real. "And I wouldn't mention it to anyone... that they may be a fictional character from your perspective. That will not go well." Fox was speaking from experience, and while he was trying to hide that fact, there was the cold, hard, certainty in his voice.
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Silently, he prayed for the second time that the next person he met was not Char Aznable. "But.. if they're messing with my memories, that's mental manipulation far beyond anything I've experienced." SOP had been frightening precise and fine-tuned in many ways, but to seamlessly integrate years of otaku obsessions into his consciousness? "Unless... they just put the information in my head and let my brain smooth out all the connections by itself," he murmured, thinking aloud. "But why? I understand psychological warfare, but it seems like letting me know personal details about other patients would be giving me a tool. Of course, I suppose they're capable of time travel and dimension hopping too, apparently exclusively for the use of kidnapping people and making them play Silent Hill, so maybe it's all a moot point to ask how and why."
Otacon leaned back against the worn bus seat with a sigh.
"It's funny. I had times in my life where I'd wished an anime character was real. Even my memories were overwritten, I still think that feeling was genuine. I would've never wanted it to happen like this, though." He looked over at the soldier. "Same with meeting you. I'd wondered what you were like before Shadow Moses."
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"You're not the type that would use that information to hurt them," Fox said to counter Otacon's argument about giving them a tool. "And everything here is two-sided. They do give tools to the people trapped here, but the cost is always very high." Fox was completely unwilling to consider that maybe they were fictional characters. He wasn't sure he believed his own explanation, but he was real, and the people he knew and cared about here were real too. Self doubt was not something anyone could afford here.
After a moment he added, "I'm afraid you're a bit late to know me like I was before Shadow Moses, but I am much more myself now than I have been for a while."
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