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It took a bit of searching, but Conan managed to find it. He knew his alternate had been looking for some sort of study or perhaps library to 'haunt.' After that, it was just finding which study was most likely the sort for him to haunt.

The one with the little shrine was pretty much a dead give away.

Since their last encounter, he'd been worried about his other's fate. So here he was, waiting. His other would return eventually.

If he was still around.

He just had to determine when it was too long and really starting to fear the worse.

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Conan wouldn't react to the grimace. He wasn't going to confirm anything about that.

"What is it? Did you meet with Ran again?"

Shinichi shook his head. "There's a -- Kid here. He's not Kid. 1412."

He really doesn't want to explain further, but he can't not tell. "I realised he was off, didn't realise -- didn't want to realise, maybe -- just how off. He's insane. His mind -- it's all over the place. Stabbing sort of instinct, dragging you down, turning on itself -- It's too much."

Conan was silent for several moments at that. "...insane, huh?" Sad to say, the possibility was not an impossibility in his mind. It had been ever since he found out Kaito got himself Demon Sealed.

Out of control. Violent. Completely engulfed by one sin. As much as he wanted to avoid it, the possibility was there Kaito would be overcome by it.

"What kind of insane? How dangerous is he?"

"Very." The ghost really didn't want to risk his hard-won stability by remembering 1412's mind, but he forced himself to think back. "Killing's not -- it's a need. Says he needs a contract but the contract is what he wants it to be. I didn't give him one and he took it anyway."

Conan frowned, index and thumb holding his chin as he thought this over. "...he needs justification," Conan said. "He enjoys stealing, no matter what he says, and he does it without his conscience getting to him because it's for the 'greater good.'" He theorized. "This one needs to be doing a service to do it, but it's an addiction, so the rules will be bent."

"It's no service." The ghost scowled. "He knew those were mine and he took them anyway."

"What exactly did he think the contract was?" Conan asked.

The ghost is silent a moment before replying. He doesn't like how easily he was tricked, less admitting that to another. "We were playing a game. 20 questions," he explains. "1412 who wouldn't I kill. I didn't trust him with that answer so he changed it to who I would -- and then announced he had a contract when I replied."

"And what was your reply?" Conan asked, his expression not changing. It was a calm, calculating look.

"Gin. Vodka. The rest of them." Shinichi's unsure what his counterpart will make of this admission. A way to measure how much he's changed?

Conan was silent for a long, long time after that. "Would it be so bad...if he fulfilled that?" It was said in a low voice. Just loud enough to be heard.

"Stopping the organisation is what is keeping Haibara and I here," Shinichi said immediately. "If that's taken from us ... " He really didn't want to contemplate the effect that would have on Haibara.

"...keeping you sane? Or just here?" Conan asked.

"Here and grounded," Shinichi said firmly. Sane was -- a loaded word right now.

"What happens...when they're gone?" Conan asked.

"I'm not sure -- not exactly. Because it's not just them, it's us too -- they call it unfinished business because we have to finish it. If we don't ..." Shinichi shrugged. "There's the chance we'll just be here with nothing to keep us focused."

"So, you have to be the one to do it?" Conan asked.

"I don't know if that's true," Shinichi hesitated. "But if we're not involved, it'll be harder to feel like we can let go, I think." They were going by instinct.

Conan thought about that a moment before he nodded. "I can understand that," he said.

"Is it --" Shinichi hesitated before saying 'bad.' "Do you really?"

Conan looked at Shinichi, a thoughtful, somewhat distant look on his face. "...it's hard, trusting others to do something like dealing with them. Whenever we made a move against them, I made sure I was there. I didn't feel...satisfied, not being there to see what was going on."

He hesitated a moment. "I'm...not the one to ask whether something is good or not when dealing with the Black Organization." Shinichi didn't need to say 'bad' for him to hear it.

Shinichi nodded. He and Haibara were like that in the way they kept checks on each other and the other investigators -- but no one else knew the situation like they did.

"Aren't you? I can't think of anyone else." Shinichi paused, some of his newfound command of himself slipping, his edges fading somewhat. "It's been me and Haibara for so long. It's easy for lines to get blurred."

Conan shook his head. "I'm not. Part of the reason why I don't want you in those memories. Even if I know it's a lie...those feelings are still there. I...can't say either way with true conviction what the right thing to do is," Conan said, bowing his head. "If it was anyone else, I could say it's wrong to kill them without hesitation, but those men..."

Shinichi was silent a long moment, thinking.

"We want to get everyone of them," he said at last. "Documented. Their files, their data, all their experiments, everyone they've killed, delivered to the police, the FBI, the CIA all at once -- that way they can't try their usual trick of killing anyone who knows. Too many targets, they can't suppress the truth.'

Conan was silent for several moments. "...huh, now that is an idea..."

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