Behind his green visor, Edge's eyebrow raises as he looks past the pad and at Nightshade's newly defensive posture.
Edge: ooookay? Are you having memory lapses or something? Because it's not like it's been a year since we started this conversation or something...
Edge gains a strange, dead-pan stare for a moment.
Edge: You came in here asking for help with two things: help with your bugs, and help with Caliga's friendship bracelets. I told you that I couldn't remove them from you but would scan to see if anything could be done, which you agreed to. It was literally one of the first things that you mentioned.
Edge takes a breath and looks back to the feline Navi to continue.
Edge: I said that the bugged data isn't currently related to Griega; as in it doesn't display the bug beast's consciousness that tends to be indicative of a Juuka right now. That's not to say that it wasn't caused by Griega. Think of it like this: let's say that a dog gets into your yard one night and digs up your daisy garden. You find a big hole where your daisies should be the next day, but not the dog itself. That's basically what we've found, except replace a dog with a demonic avatar of digital hubris and the daisy garden with your very soul. So to speak.
Edge leans on one hip and crosses his arms, his eyebrow still raised.
Edge: So yeah; afraid that your best bet for finding Griega right now is posting an ad on a pet-finder site.
"Well then, what now?" He mumbled. The scan must have discombobulated his thoughts or something. He tried to relax and calm down. "I have...nothing to do. I truly have nothing left."
He wondered what could he do right now. His options were heavily limited. "I lost the only special thing I had... maybe I really should retire someplace in the outer net or something." The navi said, looking around for the exit. "Thanks for the help anyway, although its kind of a kick in the nuts."
And, finally, Edge's expression grows serious. This prankster Navi who had never been seen without a joke or a gag adjusts his stance, closes his eyes, raises his visor, and then begins to tap on the tablet that he'd just been using. A moment later, he puts it down on the table that Nightshade had been attached to and slides it over, crossing his arms as the picture of a well-known Navi appears on the screen.
Edge: This is Embera, a Navi that you technically might not even be able to actually call a Navi. She's basically just left-over data from another Navi that somehow became sentient. She's had to grow up from literally nothing, and in that time has had every friend that she's ever known stripped from her at some point, and has faced situations that are far more human than most of us will ever have to suffer.
As if on cue, the screen changes to another Navi.
Edge: Genesis. This tough-guy had no choice but to fight and kill his family, and it's messed the poor guy up more than most seem to realize. He's fought in every major net-war this century, and has lost his friends on several occasions. He's worked his entire life to become what he is now, and is only considered such a big-shot because he's never stopped trying to build his own power.
And another change.
Edge: Resonance; one of our boys. This kid was nothing but a walking tragedy. He was made for a simple job, but then had to be retro-fitted to take on Eon himself. He was supposed to be executed, but he escaped, which ended up making him responsible for the entire fiasco that we now call the Eternal Endgame. He spent literal centuries in hiding, and the first real friend that he ever had outright betrayed him, followed by the love of his life walking away from him. Yet he was still willing to take up arms and fight, even when it would cost him his life.
Edge: Jin. From the day that he hit the scene, this kid took more punishment in a week than most Navis saw in a lifetime. He was literally drowned in buckets of water on several occasions, and was thrown to the side like a worthless rag-doll of a Navi, unwanted by those around him. But he never stopped trying, and never stopped growing despite it all.
Edge: Xion. A Navi cut from the same cloth as Genesis, but considered by most to be the black-sheep of the family. He's got a nasty reputation backed up by a lot of power, and that's left him a pariah to many. But those who have watched him know that there's a fair Navi under that black sheet, one that doesn't deserve as much of the wrap that he's under now.
and one final time... this time showing a far more familiar face.
Edge looks the feline Navi dead in the eyes as his image stays static on the screen, letting the silence drop for a few moments.
Edge: A Navi designed by an advanced lab with high-specs who has forged a path for himself, but then he walked away from that path in search of a power that's not his own, and can never end well if he re-obtains it. Has currently walked away from all that he's done and is whining like a baby because he can't have what was never his in the first place
Edge uncrosses his arms and looks very harshly at Nightshade.
Edge: You know the difference? These Navis all worked despite their limitations and found ways to overcome. But you? You're so wrapped up in what you've lost that you can't see the truth. You're like a druggy who lost his dealer and can't get his fix anymore, and frankly it's sick. If you had half a brain, you'd see what it's done to you and realize that despite the fact that you had some control over some version of that power, it was exactly what everyone has always called it: a curse. And you're too stupid to see that you're under that curse.
Edge looks over to the door, which opens in reaction to his signal.
Edge: Now have fun never doing anything good, worthwhile, or heck; even fun ever again because you're so wrapped up in yourself. And do not try to tell me how I'm wrong and what you've gone through, because it's jack-squat compared to what most of us have had to contend with, and the only reason that no one cares about your little sob-story quest is because the only Navi that Nightshade's let himself mean anything to is Nightshade, so now Nightshade's the only one who cares.
Edge nods his head towards the door.
Edge: Now get out. I'm sick of your wound-licking, and won't care enough to hear whatever argument you've got cooking in that burning toaster that you call a brain until you've gotten over yourself and made something of what you've been given instead of crying because you can't have your cake and eat it too.
Nightshade stayed quiet. The fact that OEL had data on just about every navigator program around kinda worried him, but the whole "pep talk" took priority. The feline stood up and stared at the open door. "Thanks for the help. I owe you one, for what's worth."
With that, he made his way outside. He still wasn't out of danger...and he had alot to think about.