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Darnell: *once they're outside, to Connor* ...thoughts?
Conner: ...I do not know what to think. My logic systems tell me that spirits cannot exist, and yet I cannot deny what I saw in there. Something /was/ strange, and it /did/ lead us to that body...
Darnell: ........ *nods* Your logic systems tell you that spirits cannot exist because they were created by people who don't /believe/ that spirits exist. Sometimes people who have authority over us - parents, teacher, in your case your creators - feed us invalid information. Either because they are outright lying to us, or because what /they/ believe to be the truth is, in fact, not the case and they are misinformed. I'm sorry, Connor. I never would have wanted to put you into this kind of a situation. Humans can barely deal with this sort of thing. It's not really fair to ask an android to try to make sense of it.
Conner: ...*he just...nods, taking it all in, processing.*
Darnell: *will give his arm a supportive squeeze, then will climb into the car, settling to fill out his journal*
*It won't take long for the coroner to arrive. He'll take the body and promise Darnell his report. Darnell and Conner can leave the area now if they want.*
*Unless Connor has any objection, Darnell will drive them back to the office.*
Conner: *no objection at all.*
*They’ll get back to the office, make their report to Chief Inspector Fanzone, who approves them getting the original case files for the missing teen so they can review.*
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Conner: *as they’re headed back to to office.* You said you would tell me more about paranormal happenings...?
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Conner: ...May I ask what other cases you’ve been on that have paranormal aspects?
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Darnell: *nods* All the cases in those paintings on the bookcase, for starters. Since finding myself in this line of work, art has become a way to cope. Getting the dark things, the things that have scared me, the things that have hurt me, getting them down on paper or canvas helps get it /out/ of my head, where thinking about it, remembering it, reliving it, doesn't drive me crazy. I seem to average about one paranormal case a year, though early on, I had no fewer than /three/ back-to-back with about week's time. *glances at Connor as they pull into the parking garage at MCF* The worst, though, have all been Ravenhearst Manor outside of Blackpool, England. *and Connor will see the hints of haunted memories in his eyes at saying the names*
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