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I'm not exactly surprised when Hiromu comes flying out of nowhere and immediately puts himself between his own armed ally and me. He's such a fool.

What does surprise me is my brother arriving as well, and while I doubt his positioning himself between Kuroki and Hiromu has anything to do with protecting me, the fact remains that his back is to me.

"It's not a good explanation," He offers, glancing over his shoulder at Hiromu, and I notice the flush coloring his ears. He's worried this isn't going to go well.

I can't say I blame him.

"If it helps, I was doing my level best to s'échapper when I happened to run into you, Kuroki."

The commander growls at that. I shake my head. "He's not well," I say, not taking my eyes off the commander. "I wanted to help him. We have to help him."

I take a step towards him. "He's Emeric."

I'm infinitely conscious of both Eti and Emi. So alike, and so different.

I try not to react to Emeric... Enter... Emeric...

Merde, his, words. I'm aware I might be the only one who recognizes the significance of what he'd just said, considering his habit of transposing words into French unnecessarily.

I still do the same, of course, even after thirteen years. Mon dieu, he might still be my brother after all.

Still, we can't let him leave. Whether he's still in danger, or in pain, or whatever else... Even if he's back to the way he was before, we can't let him go, for more ethical reasons that way.

We have to keep him here. That's why I set myself between Hiromu and the commander. That's why I hold a hand out to press against Hiromu's chest and hold him back.

"Call him a prisoner." I say, and my voice sounds weak. I hear my brother, my enemy behind me, scoffing. But he doesn't object. And I still don't know who he is.

Eti has a hand on my chest.

He and his brother are in accord, and it makes me wonder just what Emi said before. "A prisoner?" I repeat with dismay, frowning at him, but the commander's nodding.

"Enter. Emeric. Will you stay and work with us?" he near barks. I don't think he believes Emi's in there at all, but he's... sort of... allowing the possibility.

I'm not sure why I allow my brother to offer me to his commander as prisoner, but in reflection I recognize that I don't have much of any other choice. If something should happen to restore my connection to the subdimension, they wouldn't be able to confine me anyway. As it is, I might as well put their minds at ease.

I raise an eyebrow at Kuroki. He wasn't there, that night. I can't remember why not, though.

"I have no intention of working with you." I admit, finding I can't lie to him when my brother has put himself at a certain amount of risk to protect me from bodily harm. My current predicament leaves me at a loss as to whether I could even survive a direct avatar-dispersing shot to the head or torso. "But I cannot currently escape of my usual method. And as such... I suppose we are at an impasse."

"We'll put you in a cell," Kuroki growls. I protest immediately, and he raises a hand. "Not restrained, not hurt in any way, with access to... well, I suppose food and water aren't an issue."

"I'll sit with him," I say, casting a glance at Eti, then Emi.

Kuroki grumbles, "All right, but with a full complement of guards."

I try not to wince at the commander's ultimatum. Of course Hiromu volunteers to guard him, and the commander has a counter-argument for that too.

"So will I." I say, supporting Hiromu. I don't expect the commander to react well. I don't expect Takosawa to even let me get away with it.

But he might...

Damn it, when I hear him curse in French behind me, I know, he might still be my brother. And I have to be there, if he needs me.

I smile, just a little. I'm not happy about this, but Kuroki's not being entirely unreasonable. It'll do.

Every step is another step towards getting Emi home to us.

"We'll escort him to a cell," I say hoarsely to Kuroki. He nods.

A cell. I'm surprised Etienne would ever agree to this, but I suppose he doesn't really have a choice. I take a steadying breath, then turn to look at him.

It's not entirely like looking into a mirror, considering the clothes and all, but it's close.

"You're not going to cause any trouble, are you, Enter?" I ask.

He seems surprised I'm even speaking to him, and scoffs softly. "If I wanted to cause trouble, I would have done so already, non?"

"He's been fine," I agree. "This will all go smoothly."

I've said it, and that's the way it's going to happen. Kuroki calls for a security squad to escort us.

Hiromu is, as per usual, far too positive for my tastes. For that, I'm not quite sure I can trust him not to try and make a break for it. I know the idea of locking my brother up bothers him.

It takes me a moment of consideration to position myself beside him, take his arm. I realize I haven't touched him outside of battle in... well, in thirteen years. And even so, this is different. He's only an avatar. But he won't meet my eyes.

I'm thankful for the whole squad of security. I let them lead the way and simply follow them distractedly, one hand at my brother's elbow.

He's muttering under his breath, and it takes me a moment to track that he's speaking pure French.

I walk ahead of the brothers, casting an eye back now and then to check on them.

Emeric's speaking in French. I wonder what he's saying?

We arrive before long, and the door opens. I go inside ahead of Emeric.

I'm not saying much mostly a string of creative curses and a running commentary of annoyance. Etienne undoubtedly knows what I'm saying, but Hiromu and the squad escorting us are surely in the dark. Not that it matters.

I take in the doorway to the cell I'm to be kept in now while Hiromu steps forward first. I glance at my brother and sigh a bit.

"Are you coming too?" I ask him, mostly out of curiosity. He looks back at me, and I am stricken for a moment by the age in his eyes.

"I said I would. Go on." He shoos me forward and I obey, stepping into the cell, aware I might not leave it again.

I walk in calmly and sit down on the bed, smiling just a little at Eti and Emi as they follow. "We won't leave you alone," I tell Emi. "No matter what."

Well, at least there is a bit. I pass Hiromu with very little notice or attention paid and flop down on the bed with a grumble.

"Here I was expecting a prison cell."

Etienne is in the hall still, insisting to the armed escort that two Go-Busters could easily deal with any infractions. I disagree as a general rule, but in my currently weakened state I suppose he's right.

"We treat people humanely," I say quietly. "The Commander may ask you to do things, but you have the right to refuse."

His idealism is beginning to wear. "There's nothing inhumane about a prison cell, Hiromu." I grumble softly, rolling my eyes.

I feel very petulant, but I suppose I'm entitled, considering I am still being held against my will regardless of how idealistic Hiromu is or how foolish EMC can be. I'm stuck here, I can't leave. That's enough for me to be irritable.

My brother closes the door behind him and leans back against it and starts rhythmically thumping his head against the door.

I shrug; he has a point. But. "I don't want you in here either," I admit, sighing. "But we can deal with it."

What's Eti-

I dart up and get a hand between his head and the door, glowering at him.

I'm not really surprised when Hiromu sticks his hand between my head and the door, but I glare at him halfheartedly anyway.

"This is ridiculous." I inform him simply. "What are we going to tell Ryuuji? Youko? Masato-san?"

Emeric... Enter... My brother scoffs from his position on the bed. I think he's trying to fall asleep. I didn't know avatars could.

This entire situation is so frustrating. I shift aside one step and resume the knocking of my head against the wall.

"We'll tell them what happened," I say blankly, not quite understanding the question. He's glaring at me for the hand, but he's not moving it, at least.

The commander appears at the door.

I almost tumble backwards through the door when it opens, but I manage to lurch forward (and land against Hiromu, but at least I trust him to hold me up) rather than collapsing against the commander.

Mon dieu, he doesn't look happy at all, does he?

"Commander?"

I restrain the impulse to look over my shoulder at my brother, but for his part he's being cautiously quiet.

I grab Etienne, and we manage not to go over.

Kuroki has his arms folded. "What can you tell us about Messiah?" he rumbles.

I scoff at their commander, Kuroki is his name, and I scoff at him, rolling over on the bed that, for all of the insistence on hospitality I find it is not even a little bit as comfortable as Etienne's.

Still. I squint at him and scoff and sigh and then shake my head.

"I have my programming, you understand. I can't betray Messiah willingly."

I grumble under my breath. "You're a human being, how can you be programmed like that?"

The vaccine programs are disturbing enough.

"You have been listening too much to Hiromu, commander." I can't quite keep the sing-song tone of mockery out of my voice, and I notice from the corner of my eye my brother raising one eyebrow at me. I wonder if he can't believe my flippancy, or whether he's merely amused by it.

"I am not nearly as human as he would have you believe. No more human than your Beet Buster, to be sure."

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