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[--well that was a surprise. So much of one that Conan, who had innocently been traversing said hall, has already whipped out his gun and pointed it straight at you -- though he relaxes somewhat when he recognizes who the newcomer is.

Somewhat.]

...Kaito-niichan?

[better to default to honorifics; he's found it's easier to differentiate if his Kaito is the only one he refers to as just 'Kaito' here]

[The sound of his name spoken by a completely unfamiliar voice startles Kaito out of his stupor, and he whips around to face the small boy staring at him.

The small boy staring at him with a gun pointed in his direction.

Kaito's gaze narrows, and his expression slips from surprise into a cold, blank determination. He takes a few steps back, mind racing. Who's this kid? Why's he know my name? He doesn't have a uniform-- Undertaker? No... they're gone...

He speaks, voice emotionless yet slightly hoarse from yelling]

Who're you?

[...A Kaito that doesn't know him, then. That's strangely disconcerting, especially when his own Kaito is one of the few who does know him when he doesn't even know himself. Memory loss? Or did this Kaito just never meet him?]

Edogawa Conan.

[He slowly lowers his gun, but doesn't replace the safety just yet]

What happened to you?

[The name is unfamiliar and does nothing to ease Kaito's suspicions.

His hands are curled into tight fists at his side as he stares down this strange boy, and his demeanor is oddly calm for someone who is so disoriented thanks to his sudden environment change.

Conan might notice that he's shaking a bit too, though it's definitely not from anger. His question, on the other hand, goes in one ear and out the other]

What do you want? [It's a valid question in his eyes, particularly if this child is working directly under the director. He's not in prison garb, nor does he have a collar, he's armed and he's unfamiliar. It's the first conclusion Kaito draws]

I want to help.

[His words are even, firm, and honest. It wouldn't be the first time they came across a terrified and wounded stranger -- though most of them didn't make it in the end, and they've seen fewer and fewer lone survivors as the plague wears on.

But before he can help, he needs to get Kaito to calm down and trust him, and to do that he needs to orient him]

You aren't wherever you just were before. You can open the door you just came through and check, if you want. You've been transported.

[I want to help? Kaito's not quite sure what to make of that comment. But before he has the chance to dwell on it, other, more pressing matters come to mind]

I'm not-- [the answer makes little to no sense to Kaito. I've been transported? The hell does that mean? Does that mean I'm not--

Does that mean I'm not at the prison anymore?

This news is most certainly not good news, and he allows his gaze to dart quickly back to the door he had flown through]

Aoko--! [His panic has returned, and he stumbled frantically toward the door and flings it open. The boy is right-- he doesn't see the white-washed corridors of the prison stretched out in front of him. He sees nothing but a lonely, empty bedroom.

His hand tightens around the doorknob]

I have to get back. [his words are stern] I have to get back now.

We can't. [and then quickly, before he can panic more] But time doesn't pass here, or so we've been told. When the Mansion decides to send you back, you'll be right when and where in the place you just left.

[He says it with careful neutrality; neither he or anyone else from his world particularly wants to go back, regardless of time or place, but that's only because almost all of them are here. The frantic worry for Aoko is something he's very familiar with, in any case, and Conan solemnly throws on his safety and holsters his gun, venturing a bit closer]

Come on, Kaito-niichan. You need some bandages.

[Kaito doesn't hear much beyond 'we can't as he slams the door violently and whirls around to face the boy again. He's lost far too much blood, is far too angry, is far too dizzy to absorb what he's being told]

What do you mean we can't?! Aoko's been taken by that royal rat bastard and his stupid-- [he cuts himself off as he stumbles, losing his balance and catching it again on the far wall]

Damn it... [he can't believe he was so careless for fighting until he was in this condition.]

Kuroba!

[He doesn't know why it's Kaito's last name that he uses to get his attention, doesn't know why it causes a sharp stabbing pain to shoot through his head, but he shakes it off and hurries closer to try and support the much taller boy. He needs to get Kaito to an infirmary; he can't treat him here]

I promise, Aoko-neechan will be okay for a little while longer. And if you pass out, you won't be able to help her!

[Not that Kaito's really been prone to listening to common sense before, but hopefully the threat of total inability to act will get him to stop fixating on his partial inability to act]