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"KAITO!" And there's a Conan, one who looks to be about eleven, shouting in the DR.

"Bastard, I know you're nearby! This is getting old!"

He's a very irritated Conan at that. He's standing in the lobby, looking around at all those little nooks and crannies that any Kaito would just love to hide in to avoid someone who isn't quite used to tracking down his hiding spot.

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"The Conan who is Conan. He was -- one of those hurt."

Conan was silent for several moments before he nodded. "It makes sense. If that aspect stayed the same, that Edogawa Conan is Kid's 'natural rival,' then it would be traumatic. I would imagine he saw Kid as a playmate. To have it turn serious, it's no wonder he shut down about it." After all, that had been what he thought when he first heard about Kid, when he couldn't remember himself. Someone to play with.

It kind of was the same now that he let himself admit. Though that was something he kept to himself. "I wonder if 1412 knew he was a child or not. if he thought it was Kudo Shinichi, it's one thing, but if not, it says how much he's lost it."

Conan nodded, adding "You can forget when you're talking to him that he's -- really a little kid. The way he talks -- it's mature, and he's used to this place." He'd misjudged the situation, something he still felt bad about.

"Really?" Now that...that is really odd. "Did you have to confirm he was Conan?"

"No. It's -- well, you haven't had to confirm I'm me, have you? It's like that."

"The idea never came to mind there might be a Conan who was actually Conan," Conan said. "So I never thought I had to confirm."

"But once we started talking, you knew I couldn't be anyone else -- as impossible a concept as that is." And Conan really dislikes how quickly he's coming to that conclusion.

Conan thought about it a moment before he nodded. "Though I really shouldn't think that way. If this alternate thing exists, for all I know, there could be a shrunken Kid or Vermouth around."

"Not a nice thought -- and yet we can't rule it out, can we?" Conan grimaced.

"Not if Kid can become a killer. If the man of impossibilities can fall to such lows, who says what can happen?"

That was -- interesting phrasing. "I didn't think of it like that."

Conan...had to trust Kaito. Simple as that. Kaito was too good at hiding, told too many lies, played too many tricks. There was a point where he had to treat the other with practically blind faith that he would never change or he'd never be able to sleep at nice.

The interesting phrasing was probably just over exposure to Kid himself. "It's a scary thought. Anyone might turn out to be a bad guy if he could."

Conan shivered. "And if they have, this is probably the place to meet them."

"Which means we'd probably have to even be careful of alternates..."

"This place just gets better and better."

"Hopefully I'm just being overly cynical."

"It's not overly cynical if it's justified," Conan said immediately -- shades of long arguments with Ran over this very point. "But yeah. I hope so too."

Conan sighed, rubbing the side of his head. "Better safe than sorry, I suppose."

"We don't have many other options."

"Point. I'm guessing there's no way home?"

"There is -- but it seems to be like the way we get here. The people who've left haven't done it on purpose, and they don't remember this place while they're gone."

"Really? Now that is interesting. Why doesn't this place want us to remember?"

"You could try asking it, but I'm not sure how far you'll get."

"Hey, why don't you want us to remember?" Conan asked loudly, looking at the ceiling.

Nothing. He shrugged.

"Worth a shot."

Conan smirked. Yes, this version of himself was worth keeping tabs on. "For future reference, Ran and I are room 303."