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Uh. Alright. So I've been spending some time in the library, and I had a question for anyone further forward in time than the year 2013:

Do chickens become the dominant species on Earth? And are lizards a major political party? ...Do either of them farm pickles in what is now considered the Middle East?

[She looks mortified to even be asking.]

I swear I have a good reason for asking.

[Pause.]

Also, Godot, I need to speak with you in person at your earliest convenience.

[Yikes, that sounded cold.]

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I told you, Miss Fey.

[The smile is back, but... the spirit's not behind it anymore.]

Diego Armando was poisoned and put into a comatose state in 2013. Mia Fey died in an unrelated incident in 2016.

Armando did regain consciousness, briefly. But he died, as I've said.

In 2017. Of a broken heart.

[Put the pieces together if you're so clever, kitten.]

Cut the shit, Diego!

[Mia isn't using the magatama, but she's pretty sure she would have just shattered at least one psychelock just from her tone. She doesn't remember the last time she really yelled at someone like that.]

Stop lying to me! Do you think I'm stupid?! You look exactly like him!

[She's furious. Screaming at the top of her lungs.]

If it weren't for this RIDICULOUS mask, there would be NO WAY for you to hide it!!

[As if she's just had a brilliant idea, she jumps forward and quite literally rips the mask right off his face.]

[His head turns with the force of the pull, and the visor goes skittering across the floor, stopping with a soft "thunk" at Mia's night stand. He sucks in a deep breath, actually unnerved by Mia losing her patience with him. It happened, but it was such a rare thing, and her righteous fury was seldom seen outside of court.

There was normally a desk in the way, at least.

He can hear the visor clicking off in the distance with a soft hiss of steam. It was a temperamental thing, and Godot had figured out how to fix it by this point without actually seeing the damn thing. It was a necessity. Granted, it had never been physically thrown from his face more than once, and certainly not twice in the span of a month. He was able to get it working with bloody, frozen fingers last time, though, he should definitely be able to do it here.

Godot turns his head to at least give Mia a semblance of conversation, turning his milky white eyes towards where he thought she was. He was off by a good foot, at least. He quirks an eyebrow, unusually dark in contrast with his hair and eyes, and grins.]

I don't quite have the confetti to celebrate your accurate deductions, kitten.

Edited (MOTHERFUCKING ICONS) 2014-12-11 03:38 (UTC)

I---I didn't--I'm sorr--

[She doesn't have the words. There he is, alright. Diego Armando. In all his glory.

And for once, something he was wearing wasn't just a fashion accessory.]

I...Didn't realize you're...

[She slowly goes and picks up the visor and almost hesitates giving it back to him--his face is definitely Diego's, but it's so much...older. Sadder. Heavier. She takes one of his hands and presses the visor into it.]

...I'm so sorry. I...I got carried away.

A man's entitled to his privacy. That's one of my rules.

[He vaguely wonders what his dumb mug looks like compared to the Armando Mia was familiar with. He can't see it without the visor.

And like hell he would consent to being photographed without it on.

The prosecutor rubs at a scar on the bridge of his nose before putting the visor back on. There's a switch nestled near where it rests over his ears. He flicks it on, and the glow returns. It falters every now and again, but, it's not even enough for him to be bothered with fixing it for now.]

Apology accepted, Mia.

[Godot speaks her proper name with soft reverence.]

I...didn't mean to go off like that.

[Yeah, she was pissed about him lying to her, but...That was way out of line.]

...Why lie, though? Why--why not just tell me who you are?

I'm mostly surprised you didn't get angrier sooner. I appreciate it happening between the two of us as opposed to with an audience.

[Granted, if this scene had happened in court like in his imagination, she couldn't get her hands on his damn visor.]

And, as I've said before: I haven't lied to you.

[Yet. His voice is softer, now, though, the familiar voice of her mentor, lover, whatever you wanted to call them. Diego Armando is, apparently, alive, and sitting criss-cross applesauce on the floor in front of her.]

I evaded answering, perhaps, but, to my knowledge, I still haven't lied. As to why...

[He clears his throat, and reaches for his coffee. It's still warm. Warm enough, anyway.]

... I remembered what you were like at that age. I wasn't to bring that woman up if I didn't have to. Unless you're not dealing with the panic attacks anymore?

[He was never sure if she'd gotten a handle on them before his poisoning or not.]

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But...How can you say you haven't lied when you told me you were dead? You're sitting right in front of me!

[It's a metaphor, you see.]

And...not only that, but you fooled my magatama...

[She doesn't really want to comment on Dahlia, so she doesn't. She won't admit she's even having nightmares here. Or that some small part of her is almost relieved to be trapped here, away from her. ]

That's why you've been pursuing this so doggedly, eh? Because I confused the rock?

[He gestures vaguely at the Magatama with a lopsided, cocky grin. That's right. He fooled with the spirits from beyond... or something. Anyway, "doggedly" is probably the nicest adverb he could come up with. You have literally asked him about Diego Armando in every conversation you've had so far.]

The order of events, as I am aware of them, goes something like this:

One: Dahlia Hawthorne poisoned Diego Armando during an interview he was conducting in an attempt to gather the final pieces of the puzzle to be used against her in court.

Two: Their meeting place was fairly public, so concerned citizens were able to call for EMTs almost immediately. That woman might have called them herself. That's a detail I was never able to uncover.

Three: Though his life was saved, Armando fell comatose for five years.

Four: In 2016, you died in unrelated circumstances. I'll spare you details, again, unless you want them.

Five: In 2017, Armando regained consciousness. His first questions were, of course, after the wellbeing of his partner, Mia Fey. Considering Hawthorne had gone so far as to attempt to kill him, he could only assume Miss Fey had been next on her list. Mia Fey had survived Dahlia Hawthorne... but was, unfortunately, no longer alive.

It was there and then, that Armando died. Broken heart, as I've said. The shell of a man he left behind took on the name Godot as a working alias, for various reasons.

And, that is the man you see before you today.

[Time for a dramatic coffee sip.]

Of a broken heart....because I died?

[Mia looks...pensive. She hadn't known Mr. Armando all that well before she was brought here. She considered him a good person, a good attorney, a friend, even, but....

To lose his whole sense of self? Over her? It's hard to imagine, and yet the proof sits in front of her. And then there were these court records. "Fey-Armando". The only theory Mia has for this is that they got married. Though, somehow, that was easier to imagine than the tragedy the man in front of her just told.]

We were... Close, I take it.

[Ah, shit. He normally thinks all of his lines of thinking to a logical conclusion, but he'd been so focused on hiding the fact that whatever triggered Diego Armando's death was, in fact, Dahlia Hawthorne, that he had forgotten Mia was going to figure out those parallels.

Apparently, he didn't expect her to ever figure out his identity. Bruce Wayne, he ain't.

Godot's face doesn't change at all when she speaks. Maybe he could be a decent actor someday...]

I'm not going to force you into any kind of relationship just because I had a history with another "you," if that's what you're thinking. I'm not delusional, Miss Fey.

I---what? No, I wasn't thinking that.

[She actually wasn't. Mostly, she's trying to figure out how to approach this whole...thing. She's coming up short.]

...We were supposed to go on a date the other day, you know. I guess I stood you up to get brought here.

[She laughs, a bit dryly, and decides that coffee he brought seems like a good idea. She grabs the cup and takes a sip. She hopes it'll give her some time to clear her head.]

[Godot gives a huff of laughter through his nose.]

May I ask whose idea it was? Curiosity leads me to wonder whether or not we experienced the same version of events.

[Considering lizards apparently overtake the libertarians, it's not an unreasonable thought.]

Well it wasn't mine, I'll say that much.

[She smiles a bit, though. She actually sounds like she was looking forward to it.]

I was kind of surprised, actually. I guess it doesn't much matter now.

[It absolutely matters now. Kind of.]

We could always try again.

[He's said with a quiet little shrug, but it's a sentence he never, ever thought he'd be able to say in this context.]

Even though I'm...what, six years late?

[All the vitriol from earlier seems to have abated and what's left is just...A very emotionally--and kind of physically--exhausted Mia Fey. Who really is just confused and wants to go to bed.

But, on the other hand, she had been curious how that date would have turned out after reading those case reports.]

Considering how much of that I slept through, I think I can forgive a little tardiness.

[CAPTAIN! THE FLIRT FACTOR HAS BEEN TURNED UP TO MAXIMUM! SIR, THE SYSTEM CAN'T HANDLE THIS SWAGGER!]

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You think?

[She laughs a little.]

...Think you could excuse another few hours? ...I could use a nap.

[Caffeine or not, she was pooped.]

Absolutely, kitten. Take your time.

[He knows they may or may not have all the time in the world, but a nap is a perfectly reasonable.]

Either way, I'm glad I brought you half-caff. Calmed you down pretty quick.

[Sure, Godot, it was the coffee that did that.]

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...You tricky bastard.

[She doesn't really swear a LOT, but this conversation has been an exception. She's laughing as she says it, though.]

I'll...come find you when I wake up.

I'll hold you to that this time, kitten.

[He stands, dusts off his pants a bit. Plucks one of the law books out of the pile.]

I'm interested to see what you've uncovered in this... other version of events. Good bedside reading.

[It also makes a lovely coaster for his mug!]

Don't mark it up. You know I hate that.

[Because she has told Diego Armando that at least 100 times and she only knew "him" for a few months.]

Check out the ones when we hire that Phoenix Wright kid. He's a trip to read about.

[With that she very gracefully kicks her shoes off and curls up, on top of her covers, still in her day clothes, and gets comfortable. Pajamas are for the weak willed.]

Trite's always good for a laugh.

[He steps over the rest of the books, and leans back to get his last word in: ]

Goodnight, kitten.

[And with a click of the latch, he's gone. At least he's not very far.]

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