Dias hadn't really needed the blond man's confirmation, but at least he had it. He gave the man a slight nod to indicate that he'd understood, and that his assumption that Edgeworth was a friend of Maya's was correct. "We should get going, then - "
He was then momentarily and very thoroughly distracted from the prisoners by a booming voice that seemed to come from, well, EVERYWHERE at once. But, glancing around for the source, he spotted Riku looking - well, almost sheepish, really, and still standing in front of that machine. And that sparked a memory - on a few occasions he'd actually heard voices over the machine that was his journal('voiceposts', they were called). Alphonse had explained to him that it was a sort of recording: the machine memorized the sounds of the person talking into it and then repeated them on command. He'd never experimented with the matter himself, but - perhaps the machine Riku was fiddling with was simply doing something like that. Since there was no apparent threat, and no other sign of the speaker, Dias was content to leave it at that for now and turn back to more immediate matters, like the kidnapping victims they'd come to free.
"I'm so sick and tired of this place and I just want to go home."
...Well. Dias had expected them (or at least the girl; the men were soldiers, Edgeworth had said, so they had probably held up better) to be distraught, of course, but that didn't mean he was prepared to deal with a girl on the edge of tears. Monsters, bandits, even demons the mercenary could handle with ease; a crying woman, not so much. "Edgeworth hired me to help rescue you three," he muttered, turning away slightly - as much to put himself at ease as to give Maya some emotional privacy. "Get a hold of yourself; we're not out of here yet."
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Dias hadn't really needed the blond man's confirmation, but at least he had it. He gave the man a slight nod to indicate that he'd understood, and that his assumption that Edgeworth was a friend of Maya's was correct. "We should get going, then - "
He was then momentarily and very thoroughly distracted from the prisoners by a booming voice that seemed to come from, well, EVERYWHERE at once. But, glancing around for the source, he spotted Riku looking - well, almost sheepish, really, and still standing in front of that machine. And that sparked a memory - on a few occasions he'd actually heard voices over the machine that was his journal('voiceposts', they were called). Alphonse had explained to him that it was a sort of recording: the machine memorized the sounds of the person talking into it and then repeated them on command. He'd never experimented with the matter himself, but - perhaps the machine Riku was fiddling with was simply doing something like that. Since there was no apparent threat, and no other sign of the speaker, Dias was content to leave it at that for now and turn back to more immediate matters, like the kidnapping victims they'd come to free.
"I'm so sick and tired of this place and I just want to go home."
...Well. Dias had expected them (or at least the girl; the men were soldiers, Edgeworth had said, so they had probably held up better) to be distraught, of course, but that didn't mean he was prepared to deal with a girl on the edge of tears. Monsters, bandits, even demons the mercenary could handle with ease; a crying woman, not so much. "Edgeworth hired me to help rescue you three," he muttered, turning away slightly - as much to put himself at ease as to give Maya some emotional privacy. "Get a hold of yourself; we're not out of here yet."