Day 23: Sun Room, Evening Shift
Miles Edgeworth had quietly snuck off to a corner of the cafeteria during lunch, avoiding making conversations. He knew other people would probably lecture him later or accuse him of avoiding them, but that hadn't been true at all. He'd just wanted some time to work quietly by himself for a while
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Maybe it was the fact that Big Boss remembered nothing that Fox wanted to remember everything. Or the idea that he might lose ALL of his memories if the Head Doctor had his way.
Fox forced himself to calm down, adjusting the bandanna and getting comfortable on the couch while he waited.
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She was really going to be testing herself here, and she knew it. But she needed to do this. And she could spend a while recovering.
"Hey," she said, settling down on the couch next to Fox. Now how to do this without making it look strange or draw unwanted attention? Aha.
"Lay down and put your head in my lap."
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"Yes ma'am."
Fox smirked briefly before letting the expression fade as he did what he was told, lying down sideways and curling up slightly on the couch, putting his head in her lap and getting comfortable in his new, horizontal position.
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"I'm going to go into your mind. I'm going to look for buried memories. Whatever I see in there will be kept between us, and I won't go looking for anything but those memories. Do I have your permission to do this?" She was going to observe protocal, after all. Already her fingertips were at Fox's temples, moving in a circular motion.
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At the subtle massaging, Fox couldn't help but close his eyes. It sounded as though she was reciting the terms of a contract... very professional, and Fox appreciated that.
"Yes, you have my permission." Fox did his best to relax, despite feeling somewhat apprehensive.
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She didn't know what she'd encounter in there. She didn't know if this would come easy or hard, or if it would work at all. But she needed to try.
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Then again, this did serve a purpose, and wasn't the meaningless affectionate contact. He could feel her there, a pressure, and he felt himself tensing up. It reminded him of that feeling, but there wasn't the buzzing noise and Fox forced himself to relax. There was no reason to fight, he just needed to stay still and calm.
Fox's mind was riddled with corpses, a vast battlefield full of smoke that filled the air and blocked out the sun, decaying bodies, some recognizable and full of detail with others so mangled and burned they barely registered as human.
The wreckage of tanks and the ruined remnants of buildings were the only landmarks, and a fortress loomed in the distance, across the remnants of a demolished bridge that ran across a dried up river.
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That was the first thing Lyta thought, when she found herself in Fox's mind. It was like a battle simulation. But this was real. Or real enough. She steadied herself, feeling the pressure all around her of being inside a mind. She couldn't touch everything at once, she couldn't see everything. It was like when she'd first started, when Talia had taken her through the lessons, seeing things in progression. At least she knew what to do.
And she could do this. Lyta took a deep breath and began walking, trying not to pay too close attention to what was around her. She wasn't any stranger to battle or dead bodies, but this was... this was almost primitive. The ravages of war, so brutal and raw... it was like Mars. She felt herself shudder, wanting for a moment to block it all out. Mars had been hell. This was hell ( ... )
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He found himself remembering Natasha... The bridge...
Fox had been piloting Metal Gear D... it was always strange to be in the cockpit of the massive, bipedal machine, the lurching feeling of it moving. He had to destroy the bridge, Snake was about to get across, and it was time to recapture Dr. Marv...
Natasha was on the bridge already, he had no choice but to kill her. She was with the enemy. Fox had always resented the American Government for keeping them apart because she was Russian.
Natasha skated so beautifully... but she became a soldier because of me... and I had to kill her because of it. Fox wondered if Lyta could hear his thoughts. He had avoided thinking about Natasha's death for a long time ( ... )
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Swallowing hard, Lyta stayed her course. It all felt so real, it was easy to forget she was really on a couch in some mental home, with Fox's head in her lap. It was all too easy to forget this was just his mind. He was so strong!
She ignored the bodies. She'd seen plenty of dead bodies before - hell, she'd made dead bodies. She just needed to keep going.
But it was getting harder. She was tiring already.
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It was strange to go from thinking about Zanzibar Land to Outer Heaven, but it was progress, even if that mission had been a disaster. To learn that Big Boss had been running Outer Heaven, and sent Fox out there to get captured... Big Boss... that was the first time he met Snake...
He'd been trapped in a dark room, not mistreated, or tortured, the way he had been when captured in other places. When the wall collapsed and there was a man standing there, and that voice! That voice that had belonged to Big Boss once.
Only it hadn't been Big Boss, it had been Solid Snake standing there, saving him from the darkness of his prison. He had looked too much like Big Boss, they had to be related, only Big Boss couldn't have children of his own...
He always liked children...There had been lots of ( ... )
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Once things had settled, Lyta took in her surroundings. She was breathing heavily now, and sweating slightly. This was harder than she'd thought it would be. Much, much harder.
She approached the child, wiping her red hair out of her eyes. How deeply inside Fox's mind was she?
"Hi," she said, wondering if she was deep enough that she could interact with the man's mind.
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The young girl had dark hair and dark eyes, while she had been staring intently at the water, she did glance up briefly at Lyta ,giving her a shy, british accented "Hello," before turning her attention to a young man who was approaching.
There was really no mistaking him, it was Fox, younger and with no where near as many scares. Dog-tags hanging around his neck outside the olive drab t-shirt. His machine-gun was held in one hand, and a large machete was in a sheath at his waist.
"Frankie!" The young girl ran and jumped at him, and the young man caught her and held her up with one arm.
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"Hey!" she called, waving some. "I need a little help. I'm lost and I don't have much time..." At least she was deep enough in to connect. If she could just get to the place where the memories were....
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"Where are you trying to go?" It was the little girl again with her strange, almost british accent, the man remained silent, merely holding the girl carefully.
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"I'm looking for something that's hidden. Very, very deep. Can you show me where I can find something like that?"
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