<span style="font-family:Cairo">Remaining in the observation room after Tony had left and after the other investigators had also taken their leave of the room, the police chief found himself to be observing the prisoner who he was quite certain was going to get let go simply because there would be no arguing with Tony when Tony’s logic and perceptions were sound. If he was honest with himself, the police chief had to admit that there hadn’t been much real reason to arrest the man in the first place beyond an “anonymous” tip from a man who Chief Nate Hatchkins trusted so he had actually taken up the advice. He’d even been hopeful that Tony would be able to pinpoint enough of a reason to hold the man for longer so that he could try and reach out to the man who’d suggested the arrest in the first place. <br/>
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It was beginning to look like that would not be the case. <br/>
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However, something still felt off about the man they had brought in. He began to feel it more and more as he sat in the interrogation room and he quickly realized he had felt it before too, when Tony had been speaking with him earlier and when the other two officers had been present. It wasn’t a pleasant thing to feel and for a brief moment, Nate wondered if perhaps some of Tony’s acute senses were rubbing off on him. That didn’t brighten his spirits any, either, though. That was mostly because no one wanted to be like Tony, though. Everyone was well aware of how the man found himself to be in a very odd and almost halfway in between position and his struggle with that was usually quite apparent. <br/>
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Nothing ever seemed to quite make Tony as uncomfortable as Chief Hatchkins was feeling at that moment, though. It wasn’t exactly the emotional awareness that Tony had ever described; rather, Nate was feeling as though he was being swallowed up whole and the darkness that enveloped him after that was even worse that the original sensation. His awareness remained and he knew he was still sitting and that nothing had changed, but the discomfort was very unsettling. His gaze shifted to watch Amadan and he realized that the man seemed to be lost in a daze of nothingness. Nate could see the interpreter walk in and fail to get the man’s attention. He saw as the glass of water was left on the table and as the man barely seemed to notice even though he had asked for another glass. That observation only made the situation more unsettling and he couldn’t help but wonder if the man was a supernatural. It was an explanation that would certainly explain all the odd sensations. Nothing was in the records, though. Again, Nate found that to mention such a thing would be to accuse without evidence. <br/>
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A sigh escaped him. Finding evidence these days against those god damned supernaturals was impossible enough; to prove someone <i>was</i> one only made the situation worse. He really didn’t want to get into that now. <br/>
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In the end, the discomfort was too much, and even the police chief had to get up, grab his notes off the table he had left them on, and walk out of the observation room. As far as he was aware, there would be nothing more to observe and all that was left was the game of waiting on Craig to return with information on the story Amadan had told and whether or not the alibi was accurate enough for them to let him go. <br/>
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This meant that as Tony returned with Top Ramen in hand and set it on the table, there actually was no one observing the situation as it began and unfolded. <br/>
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The detective had seen a fair few odd things in his lifetime, but Tony could not prevent himself from adding this one to his list as he watched Amadan slurp up the piping hot soup within minutes. Generally, it was recommended that if you hadn’t eaten in a while you should take the meal slowly because the stomach needed to stretch. Clearly no one had ever thought to give Amadan that advice. Tony, though, did not find himself to be in a position to give it either. In fact, it didn’t feel appropriate for him to make any comment on the event at all. <br/>
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It was the words that came after that Tony had to react to simply because to ignore the request would be rude. <br/>
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“That is all I have access to that I can get at the moment,” Tony replied. Sensing the man’s frustration and - oddly enough - distress, he was very uncertain of how to proceed. One thing that he was constantly reminding himself of was the fact that the ability to sense emotions and the ability to change them were too very different things. Understanding them could help, but it was never enough on its own. He could also sense something else that was rather interesting. There was something else buried beneath the feeling of being troubled. <br/>
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It’s presence alone wasn’t odd. What was odd was that the whole emotion seemed to come from a very different being entirely, as though there was something - or someone - else in the room with them and it wasn’t a mystery that Tony had ever had to deal with before. <br/>
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“Once again, all I can do is ask for patience. If I run to find more food, which I would have to leave the building to find, then you’d be waiting for me to return even after your alibi has been verified.” <br/>
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Because he felt awful about the whole situation, Tony had decided to impart a bit of confidence into the words. In waht he said, he hoped to convey that he himself truly did believe that Amadan was innocent and usually that was a helpful thing to convey. However, the more that Tony remained in the room, the more Amadan’s irritation at the situation was wearing him down as well. It was very hard to keep himself out of the influence of another’s emotions and although he could not identify the spider as the source - simply because he was unaware of it - that hunger was starting to eat away at him as well. And his expression slowly shifted to show it. <br/>
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Time and sanity and the present state of things together could only hope that Craig would return soon.</span>