☮ 042; [video]
[Otacon was not in great shape today. The Rocket takeover had left him with bruises and a broken arm in a cast. He looked exhausted as well as injured when the video came on, but there were a few things he needed to take care of. First, there was someone else that should have been in the Radio Tower that day that he hadn't heard from.]
[Failed private filter to Huey Emmerich]
When you get this, let me know. I hope you're okay.
ERROR: number no longer in service
[Without even realizing the video was still running, Otacon went completely white. A mistake, of course--it had to be.]
Oh...I must have dialed wrong. [That had to be it. So he dialed again, slowly and cautiously.]
H-hey, are...are you alright? [His Pokegear couldn't be broken. He was a genius engineer that could fix it with no problem, right?]
ERROR: number no longer in service
[Otacon stared at the Pokegear, expression that of someone who just heard a close family member had died--because he did, and it was hitting Otacon with all the force it had when he was seventeen.]
N...no. He can't....please, please, please tell me this isn't happening.
[The engineer dropped the Pokegear on the bed of his hotel room, stumbling back against the wall and sinking to the floor. This was always going to happen, and Otacon knew it. One of them was sure to leave Johto eventually, and there was no changing what Hal Emmerich knew was going to happen.]
[He knew he was stupid to think the past could have changed. What, was he expecting his own memories to just switch over to something normal if it worked? What happened had happened, and nothing could ever change it.]
...I'm s-sorry. I'm so sorry.
[Or atone for it, no matter how he tried. No amount of half-sobbed apologies would ever be enough and Otacon knew that for a fact.]
[Even though he knew this was inevitable and even though he'd expected it...Otacon couldn't stop himself from hugging his knees to his chest and doing the best he could not to burst into tears.]
[Failed private filter to Huey Emmerich]
When you get this, let me know. I hope you're okay.
ERROR: number no longer in service
[Without even realizing the video was still running, Otacon went completely white. A mistake, of course--it had to be.]
Oh...I must have dialed wrong. [That had to be it. So he dialed again, slowly and cautiously.]
H-hey, are...are you alright? [His Pokegear couldn't be broken. He was a genius engineer that could fix it with no problem, right?]
ERROR: number no longer in service
[Otacon stared at the Pokegear, expression that of someone who just heard a close family member had died--because he did, and it was hitting Otacon with all the force it had when he was seventeen.]
N...no. He can't....please, please, please tell me this isn't happening.
[The engineer dropped the Pokegear on the bed of his hotel room, stumbling back against the wall and sinking to the floor. This was always going to happen, and Otacon knew it. One of them was sure to leave Johto eventually, and there was no changing what Hal Emmerich knew was going to happen.]
[He knew he was stupid to think the past could have changed. What, was he expecting his own memories to just switch over to something normal if it worked? What happened had happened, and nothing could ever change it.]
...I'm s-sorry. I'm so sorry.
[Or atone for it, no matter how he tried. No amount of half-sobbed apologies would ever be enough and Otacon knew that for a fact.]
[Even though he knew this was inevitable and even though he'd expected it...Otacon couldn't stop himself from hugging his knees to his chest and doing the best he could not to burst into tears.]