Nightshift 41: Staff Research/Medical Reference Library

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[ From here.]With the overall ambiance so far, Otacon half-expected the library to be filled with rotting, toppled bookshelves and nests of monsters stirred up from all the noise he'd created trying to get in. The sight which greeted them as he panned his flashlight across the surprisingly large space was nothing short of mundane - cozy, even. He

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Kaworu wandered out into the room without hesitation as he listened to Otacon. He could feel the optimism in his voice, and Kaworu smiled faintly. He was theorizing with Kaworu as the subject of his thoughts, but he was also thinking about himself. Kaworu did not see himself in Otacon (he was still seeing glimpses of Shinji), but that was alright. Kaworu simply knew what his own nature was, and how that contrasted with the nature of Lilim. But at the moment, it didn't matter

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"Um, well... thank you. The same goes for you, Kaworu. I think." Otacon moved to stand beside him, his attention now taken up by the sleek computers in the center of the room. He touched the power buttons - one, two, three - and was disappointed but unsurprised that none of them worked. "Nothing wrong with the wiring," Otacon muttered as he came around the table, following the paths of the neatly tied cables. "Is the power out in the entire building? Now that I think about it, I don't remember anything using electricity since the message on the intercom..."

How long ago had that been? An hour? Three? Seven? If Snake was here, he'd know the time down to the exact minute. Otacon tapped the lifeless keyboard with one hand, filling the room with the familiar, repetitive clacking.

"I thought we'd already won a new future. I thought we'd atoned for our sins, and now we could all finally get..." He bowed his head, then sighed, lifting his fingertips from the keys. "Snake was right. Whoever brought us here really does have a sense of humour

[moral_liberty]

Kaworu stood back as Otacon inspected the machinery. The sound of clicking keys and subsequent confirmation that nothing was operational made the quiet that much more obvious.

"Is Snake the friend without the same memories, or another?" he asked curiously, remembering the conversation from before. Otacon had never quite said the man's name, but had spoken about him with deep fondness. He imagined Otacon standing next to two nebulous shapes: one was a girl, and the other was a man. Their heights and ages remained undefined, but they were at a wedding.

Snake. It was a very odd name for a Lilim, but really, so was Otacon.