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[Conan was no stranger to death, even the worst, most violent kind. It was part and parcel of being a detective. Death happened. You could become accustomed to dealing with it, but you never became indifferent -- you tried to stop it where you could and picked up the pieces where you could not.
You couldn't ignore it -- and sometimes, you couldn't forget.
If he'd been a bit faster ... if D hadn't stopped him ... could he have prevented it? Conan looked at the red tinged water running beneath his feet. Seated on one of the many bridges crossing the bloody stream, the detective was trying to settle his thoughts, but found his thoughts kept coming back to this latest death. I should have stopped it. I should have -- should have -- should have ...
What was he doing? He didn't sound like a detective, he sounded like a broken record. Holmes wouldn't--
Conan wiped his hand across his face. Holmes wouldn't keep going over the same reasoning dead end over and over -- dead end, is it? Ha ... He felt more sympathetic to Elraine's complaint of wanting normality somehow. The thought of the Sister brought a slight smile to Conan and he reached for his watch. He couldn't share this with Ran, and Jan had concerns of her own. But Elle ... not only would she listen, but she'd been in the position of being unable to save countless patients. If there was anyone who could put things into perspective it'd be her ...]
[The message was brief, to the point. Locked to Elraine:
Elle-kun.
I don't know if I owe you an apology or what but something happened. It's my turn to need to talk. I
Just don't forget those stupid gloves.
Shinichi.
[It doesn't occur to him that she won't come -- that she can't come. Lost in thought as he waits, Conan missed the chill in the air. It's a shock to blink, realise that the river beneath him is no longer blood red but grey, that twilight has passed, it's the early evening.
With that realisation comes another.
Conan looks down at nothing, fingers digging into the stone of the bridge. It's not knowledge he wants, but he's never denied the truth and he won't now, but--
It hurts.]
((ooc: Tried to be as vague as I could, but please be aware that if you tag this post, I will be trying not to contradict whatever goes down here -- might be better to avoid the subject?))
You couldn't ignore it -- and sometimes, you couldn't forget.
If he'd been a bit faster ... if D hadn't stopped him ... could he have prevented it? Conan looked at the red tinged water running beneath his feet. Seated on one of the many bridges crossing the bloody stream, the detective was trying to settle his thoughts, but found his thoughts kept coming back to this latest death. I should have stopped it. I should have -- should have -- should have ...
What was he doing? He didn't sound like a detective, he sounded like a broken record. Holmes wouldn't--
Conan wiped his hand across his face. Holmes wouldn't keep going over the same reasoning dead end over and over -- dead end, is it? Ha ... He felt more sympathetic to Elraine's complaint of wanting normality somehow. The thought of the Sister brought a slight smile to Conan and he reached for his watch. He couldn't share this with Ran, and Jan had concerns of her own. But Elle ... not only would she listen, but she'd been in the position of being unable to save countless patients. If there was anyone who could put things into perspective it'd be her ...]
[The message was brief, to the point. Locked to Elraine:
Elle-kun.
I don't know if I owe you an apology or what but something happened. It's my turn to need to talk. I
Just don't forget those stupid gloves.
Shinichi.
[It doesn't occur to him that she won't come -- that she can't come. Lost in thought as he waits, Conan missed the chill in the air. It's a shock to blink, realise that the river beneath him is no longer blood red but grey, that twilight has passed, it's the early evening.
With that realisation comes another.
Conan looks down at nothing, fingers digging into the stone of the bridge. It's not knowledge he wants, but he's never denied the truth and he won't now, but--
It hurts.]
((ooc: Tried to be as vague as I could, but please be aware that if you tag this post, I will be trying not to contradict whatever goes down here -- might be better to avoid the subject?))