#interrogate

Nutrients

"And who else of my romantic interests have you inflicted your nosiness upon?"

"All." They righteously replied.

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Higgs had disassociated throughout his entire recovery in the UCA medical ward. By the time he was healed, and in the interrogation room with the new President himself, Higgs had barely registered what happened to him. He had seen so many different faces and doctors that he lost count, still not familiar with folks. Nonetheless, even though he didn’t show it, Higgs was thankful Die-Hardman didn’t have him cuffed. It’s not like he could have teleported anyhow even if he wanted too. 

“Ain’t it risky with you being in here with me?” Higgs quipped, his voice edging with sarcasm as Die-Hardman sighed and put his hands on the table, another gesture showing he meant no harm to the former terrorist. 

“It is. I’ve been advised against it, but I figure if we are starting with a clean slate, we might as well try to trust each other a little bit. I mean you no harm, and I hope giving you some freedoms and speaking to you in person sends the message across.” 

Higgs thought it was a stupid gesture. Had Higgs been screwed up like he was under Amelie, he wouldn’t have thought twice about killing the President where he stood. Higgs had to give it to Die-Hardman though, the guy had balls or at least happened to be one of the few assholes in the UCA that followed up their words with actions. He hadn’t fucked Higgs over yet. 

“Can I walk around?” Higgs asked. He hated how vulnerable he sounded just then, but having been confined to a hospital bed for over a month, he was feeling restless. 

Die-Hardman gestured. “By all means.” 

Higgs got up and let out a relieved sigh. He began to pace around the room, paying attention to nothing in particular. His muscles stretched as Higgs winced a few times. Though he was mostly healed, the fractures among other wounds he sustained while locked up were still recovering. 

“You up for this?” Die-Hardman asked to which Higgs smirked, leaning up against the far wall, arms and legs crossed. 

“Not like I have much of a choice,” Higgs said then looked over in the President's direction, giving a wave with his hand. “C’mon, I don’t have all day. I got a new cell block to decorate.”

Die-Hardman didn’t care for much sarcasm, but given the circumstances, it was better for Higgs to be a joker than the alternative. 

“Could you explain why you committed acts of terror to the best of your ability?” Die-Hardman asked, his tone firm as he thought about all the lives that had been taken due to the man before him. It was hard being in the same room as Higgs, but a good leader knew when to show mercy and when to walk among those that were inhuman. 

Higgs furrowed his brows, eyes looking at the cracks and crevices in the wall. Memories began to pool like the tide on the beach. He missed it some. “Amelie said that if more people’s beaches were connected, then she’d gain more power. It was only logical to kill many at once for it to work. So I did as she asked.”

“Amelie, the President’s daughter, she asked you to kill all those people?” Die-Hardman’s tone was firm, it was something he didn’t want to believe and at first believed Higgs was lying until he could see the disheveled look in his eyes. 

“Did I stutter?” Higgs replied quietly. “Yeah, she asked me too. Planted the idea anyhow. She never wanted to get her hands dirty. It’s why she sought me out cause she knew I could do what she was too scared of.” 

“How did you come to know her?” Die-Hardman asked, his brows furrowed into a concerned look as he could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand. Already, he was learning a lot more than he bargained for. 

“She came to me in my dreams. My DOOMs level prior to her showing up had been fluctuating. I had nightmares. Then little by little, she’d appear. I don’t remember much after that save for the big things. My heads been scrambled.”

Die-Hardman nodded, looking down at a case folder that had been prepared about Higgs, detailing everything the UCA had on him up to this point. He looked through some of the paperwork, getting Higgs’s attention as he could hear the shuffling of papers. 

“It says here you had severe Chiralium Poisoning.” Die-Hardman said as Higgs let out a huff.

“Ain’t that right?” 

Die-Hardman nodded. 

“Explains why I’m feeling as friendly as a duckling now. Ya’ll drained the crap outta me from the mask.” Higgs chuckled, trying to break some of the tension in the room. He watched as the President smiled, but could tell the man wasn’t in the mood. 

“You joke a lot, Monaghan?” 

“When the occasion calls for it.” Higgs shrugged. “I reckon you want me to shut the fuck up though.” 

“If it helps you cope with being scared, it’s alright.” Die-Hardman said calmly.

“I ain’t fucking scared.” The bitterness in Higgs’s words took Die-Hardman aback as he could see fury light up in Higgs’s eyes. The two stared at each other for a while before Higgs finally took a seat, sitting across from him. 

“You must have a hard time being around people.” Die-Hardman said. 

“What are you a shrink?” Higgs asked sarcastically, then shook his head, looking down at his hands while he fiddled with his fingers. “Ya’ll have no idea.”

Die-Hardman could tell from how quiet Higgs was that there was something troubling his mind. Even though he needed to stick with the general bases, Die-Hardman knew he wasn’t going to get through to Higgs all the way unless he allowed the man to vent. 

“Try me.” He said. 

Some WIP Objection Sprites for Project: Danganronpa ALTER

*Interrogate is a new feature in Project: Dangaronpa ALTER similar to Perjury from V3.