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Location: Death City Clinic
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Time: February 5 onward
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There's a grim silence in the clinic, broken only by the complaints of some patient that is still there or the adjustments the medical staff makes on the numerous stretches, supplies, and furnishings prepared for today's mission.

A handful of guards are stationed outside, both to function as runners and to keep an eye on the mirror in case something less welcome than their agents coming home appears. Some of them are Australian, the promised agents from the Oceania branch from Deathscythe Mjolnir.

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Raidou had waited outside Edgeworth's room until he had been told the prosecutor would make a full recovery. With no visits allowed today, however, he had no choice but to wait for the morning.

There was one other person he needed to talk to before he went home, however. It was because of this that he located Kanji's room and, after hesitating for a minute, knocked.

He wouldn't blame Kanji if he was still angry, but either way, this couldn't be avoided.

Kanji was without his knitting needles, his sketchbook, or any form of entertainment for himself. His chills left him feeling restless, the dehydration making his stomach turn over and over... he'd tried to get some sleep three times, but it didn't look like he'd be getting some shut-eye any time soon.

So he slipped out of his clinic bed and looked for odds and ends to fiddle with. By the time he climbed back into bed and heard a knock, he was wielding paperclips, rubber bands, a few pens, and a pad of sticky-notes. He looked them over, reaching for another saltine cracker from an open packet sitting at his bedside, among various other snacks.

"'s open," he called back before crunching down on the cracker. It was late... he assumed it was a nurse to come in and pester him again and check vitals.

Raidou stepped in, mentally bracing himself for being shouted at if it came down to it. Kanji seemed to be recovering, but knowing he had ended up hospitalized at all gave Raidou a stab of guilt.

"Tatsumi-san..." He trailed off, unsure of how to proceed.

He turned his head, ready to insist he be sent home for the umpteenth time. Instead, his expression went steely the moment he recognized who this was, and he snatched out for the IV holder. If he had to use it as a weapon, so be it. He would get one or two hits before the thing would be useless... he'd make them count if it came down to it.

"What're you doin' here?!" Naoto had told him the effects would be reversed 'in time'... but what did that mean?

Was Raidou back to normal, or had he come here to tie a loose end?

The reaction wasn't unexpected, but it still made him stop in his tracks. Nevertheless, he made no move to defend himself from potential pummeling.

"I am not here to harm you," he said, keeping his hands where Kanji could see them. There were no weapons anywhere on his person this time.

"I only wish to apologize. If you would rather not hear it, though, I understand."

For a minute there, Kanji said nothing, only staring at him. Perhaps he expected Raidou to move to attack, or give some hint that he was bullshitting.

But after that minute, his fingers loosened their grip upon the holder, color returning to his knuckles.

"It ain't me I'm worried about," he finally said, his tone even. The man appeared unarmed... even a little sick, Kanji was still confident he could hold his own if the situation turned pear-shaped.

"You made a hell of a lotta threats back there, Kuzunoha-san. Said a whole bunch. How'm I supposed to know I'm talkin' to you, and not that asshole I met in the cave?"

Not himself he was worried about... Of course. Raidou remembered all too well the things he had said. That made everything worse -- knowing that he had been prepared to hurt anyone who got in his way. His shoulders sagged as he bowed his head.

"I have no proof to give you that I have returned to normal. The only thing I can say is that I would never willingly harm anyone."

"Maybe not."

Kanji gave a long, low sigh through his nose. The fact that he came here was probably proof enough after his talk of 'being free from responsibility and the fate we're bound to'.

He slouched, and looked away for a moment. Something about their conversation before bothered him.

"When you said the Witches would 'free' you... was that the machine, too?" Of anyone in Death City at present, he and a close friend knew too damn well about suppressed feelings bubbling to the surface when you least wanted them to.

The question made Raidou tense. "It was..."

Was it just the machine? He faltered, uncertainty visible in his expression. He wouldn't have thought of such things without the Witches' influencing him, that was true. But was that all there was to it?

"I... have no desire for such freedom," he finally said. "It was not me."

Wasn't it?

He watched as he was ready to answer, then pulled back. Nothing changed in his expression, even when uncertainty painted Raidou's.

When he finally answered, however, Kanji quietly sighed. It was obvious enough that the guy was feeling more than a little beat-up over what happened in the Grand Canyon, even if he didn't know what transpired with the 'cavalry' he swore would come did.

"I guess until somebody figures out exactly what that weird chair did, there ain't any way of anybody knowing if they were some part'a themselves or not."

He shook his head. "I dunno much about you, Kuzunoha-san... but I'm feelin' convinced that that bastard back there ain't you."

"...Thank you, Tatsumi-san."

He couldn't deny it was a relief to hear Kanji say that, even if he couldn't quite ignore the nagging doubt in the back of his head. It would be nice to believe none of it had been him. Nice, and a little too simple and easy.

Still, he had meant it when he said he would never harm anyone. He could take comfort in knowing that for certain.

"If I can do anything to make up for my actions, you only need to say the word."

"I'll keep that in mind."

He reached for the remote that sat on the end of his bed, pressing the button. It'd be a few minutes before a nurse came in to swap out the IV bag. Kanji didn't want to be here any more than most patients here.

"...Y'don't think you can create a distraction while I get the hell outta here, can ya?"

Well, that explains the note on the door requiring extra patrols heading down this hallway.

"...I am not certain that would be beneficial for your recovery."

Raidou could understand why Kanji wanted to leave, but he was probably being held there for a reason, even if he didn't seem severely hurt.

"Well, this place ain't exactly beneficial to my sanity," he grumbled.

Kanji sat back then, grabbing one of the pens and the note pad. It wasn't his sketchbook, but at the very least he could doodle a little to pass the time until he was discharged.

"You see everybody y'needed to?"

"Almost," he answered. "Edgeworth-san has not been allowed visitors yet."

Which meant Raidou was stuck worrying until tomorrow.

"...That bad, huh?" He'd passed by a few rooms while being admitted here. Some of the injured brought in were in pretty awful shape.

"The staff here seems to know what the hell they're doin'. Dude'll bounce back."

"No doubt he will. I only wish he did not have to."

There was that clenching feeling in his gut again. Even if Edgeworth got through this with no permanent injuries, Raidou had no idea how he could face his boss after this.

Still, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and go see the prosecutor at the earliest opportunity. Avoiding it would only makes things worse.

Kanji had no idea what happened, but his gut told him not to ask.

"No use wishin' when everything's said n' done. Go home, man... sleep it off, then get yer ass back up here to say what you wanna say to the dude."

He nodded.

"Show him that that asshole in the cave ain't you by facin' up against what happened like a man!"

Kanji's tone was very different from the others he had spoken to, but no less encouraging. Raidou was silent for a second before his face was set in grim acceptance and he returned the nod.

"You are right. I will take responsibility for my actions, whether they were influenced by the Witches or not. After that... We shall see."

Perhaps it would be best not to think too much right now.

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+One more detective

Awww yeeeee

Kanji can collect them all

PI-kemon!

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