My studies are short but I learn a lot about D'Void. I still haven't decided whether I should tell the resistance or not about the things D'Void has told me. He trusts me. I can't go and do that, especially when he's the one in power.
I have kept a notebook on all of the clues that connects Dr. Animo to D'Void. Starting from the first day I came here when he asked about my essay to now as he enjoys making me deduce things he had said that would prove that he is Dr. Animo. I let him read my notes as he is curious of what I think. He laughs and dismisses me, keeping my notebook in the top drawer on the left of the desk. If I do tell the resistance, I'll have to memorize my notes because he will not let me take it with me.
"You've figured me out now," D'Void said as he stared into the fire. I knew he was smirking. It was a game to him, I suppose.
"Then you're saying that you are Dr. Animo?" I peered over my shoulder at him from the desk.
"Yes, I am," he replied and strode up to my side, placing his hand on my shoulder, "The handwriting, the animals that you can see around at times, the things that only I would know, I must be the great Dr. Animo!"
"But why do you tell me now? Why couldn't you tell me the first day?" I asked him, remembering how Gwen wanted to tell me about the Null Guardians, two years after they had arrived.
"You wouldn't tell a total stranger your social security number, would you?" he asked me as he examined the books in the shelves.
"No," I replied quietly.
"That is why I did not tell you that I was really Dr. Animo. I had to trust you first," he explained.
"That's why you took me under your wing and taught me things," I chuckled, "You really are amazing, doctor."
"Your wish has been fulfilled now, hasn't it?" he turned to me.
"Yes," I replied. I have met Dr. Animo and talked to him as I had wanted. It wasn't as I had imagined it but at least I met him.
"How would you like to be my assistant?" he asked me as he came up to the desk once more.
"That would be cool," I said, dazzled.
"I have already conquered this world. We can conquer the next one together," he smirked and threw his hand into the air dramatically, "Imagine it Maybelle! A world of perfect animals genetically modified to perfection! We can create the perfect species and create a perfect world."
"A world where animals don't produce allergens or dander that makes my dad sick?" I asked him, fantasizing the idea.
"Yes, isn't it a brilliant idea?" he asked, hopeful.
"It's only the best idea!" I beamed.