[ She had a long spiel on neuropathology planned, brains are so interesting and the more she reads the more the urge to test some of it for herself settles like a heat in the pit of her stomach but it's not necessary, not right now. She can indulge her curiosities later. For now she can talk to him. She wants to talk to him about it, but.
Well, his expression isn't entirely lost on her either. ]
I suppose that's a factor... Really the reason is that he simply cares not for others, he can see no reason to strive for such things. Moreover, with my particular interest in the brain, he sees that as something laughable and a direct affront to his existence.
Perhaps you've yet to present them to him in a manner that he would consider palpable. It seems he would enjoy the more aged forms of neurosurgery... is he familiar with lobotomies, or perhaps trepanation?
[ She gets the feeling he'd be into drilling holes in people's heads. ]
I suppose it does have some uses, but they appear to be very few. Regardless, if not performed for the purpose of medical aid, I feel it loses even those. Creating a hole in the skull for the purposes of relieving pressure or treating cranial hemorrhaging may be called trepanation or craniectomy, but if no such intent is present, then...
[ She doesn't really intend to give him any, but she's got to make the point anyway. ]
Yes, although at that point it is hardly a matter of science, is it? Any psychopath with a nail and hammer could do much the same without any knowledge or scientific intention whatsoever. At that level, technically all things are related to science.
But that is what Mr. Edward becomes in these circumstances, although his enjoyment would be bolstered by your own knowledge... if he wished it, determining where to make his entrance for optimal effect on the brain would be...
[ There's the tiniest smile on her face as she goes. Is she even talking about him anymore?
Eventually she realizes that's a little too far, though - ]
Ah, but I digress. There is no greater way to attain proficiency in harming others than to familiarize oneself with the sciences, if such is his goal. Accepting your preferences only serves to benefit him. Furthermore, as your Master, I would much prefer it if he and you existed on better terms. Please try to become friends.
He is not exactly that sort of psychopath, he would take quantity over quality. Although I suppose that is still true... Regardless, you would do better to speak to him directly about it. Not that I mean to suggest it.
[It feels so weird to discuss his other half's murder preferences so nonchalantly.........]
...The idea of ever becoming friends, however is too absurd. It would be impossible, neither can stand the other. Existing in harmony only lasted so long, and now can never be restored.
[ It sounds a little lame to her. If she ever killed someone - not that she's ever killed anyone, and it occurs to her, after all these years of prep, that participating in the war means she's going to have to kill people, and she doesn't feel anything in particular - she thinks a little distantly she'd want it to be nice. It doesn't matter if you eat a lot of food if the food tastes like garbage. ]
I could accomplish that much through my own effort, with less risk. Although it would be a simpler task if your bodies were separate... These things are dreadfully... wasteful.
[ "Wasteful" was not remotely the first thing that came to mind. Pointless is a better descriptor, but that's rude and it's not proper and that makes it bad. So she swallows it to replace it with something lighter. Where did that even come from? She doesn't remember knowing words like that.
She's still not that convinced they're all that different to begin with, but a get along shirt would help. Too bad it'd just be a shirt if they're like this... ]
I'll discuss the matter with him at a later date, I suppose. Regardless - I've heard there are serial magazines devoted to the topic of neuropathology. Would that interest you, Berserker? If you won't masturbate, then I'd like to make your stay here as pleasant as I'm able otherwise.
Y-yes, that would be fine! I would certainly appreciate it, thank you. It would be plenty enjoyable...!
[He can't take this though, he wants to just disappear.
As it turns out, he can disappear, in a way. It isn't exactly voluntary, but the more he panics, the harder his heart beats, the closer Hyde comes to overtaking him. Until he takes a step back, unsteady, trying to find something to hold on to.]
She was going to head out to tell one of the maids to figure out that title so she could make the order, but this is a little - ]
... Is everything all right? Is there anything that you need?
[ It's a pretty silly question. Anything physical he'd need he'd already have, so the problem has to be something else. She still manages to muster up something kind of like genuine concern at the sight, though. It's muted, just like, barely visible in her usual expression, but it's there.
Because whatever it is, since it's completely impossible (in her esteemed opinion) for it to be a mana problem, it's not fatal, it's not actually that important. ]
[The bedpost will do as well as anything, at least it offers a solid grip, something that he can easily support his full weight on. And just breathe. Focus on, well, focusing. On staying himself.]
No, it's perfectly all right. Just- Hyde. You know how it is, of course, haha...
[Yep just gloss on over something that's potentially dangerous, that's fine, it's fine.]
[ With barely veiled disappointment. She knew it wasn't going to be important, but. Jesus.
On the other hand, ]
Ah... although I do suppose it's best he's your sole ailment, if he may be considered such. If you were to be attacked by an enemy party, or suffer from a shortage of mana, then...
[ then that makes her look bad! and he'd get hurt! hurt bodies are infinitely more important than hurt feelings, and she doesn't get those anyway. but there's a thoughtful pause ]
Still, for my purposes perhaps it's best you remain unreconciled. ... I've changed my mind. If it's your preference to masturbate, I do recommend that you do so, but I no longer intend to force your hand. You're acceptable as you are.
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[ She had a long spiel on neuropathology planned, brains are so interesting and the more she reads the more the urge to test some of it for herself settles like a heat in the pit of her stomach but it's not necessary, not right now. She can indulge her curiosities later. For now she can talk to him. She wants to talk to him about it, but.
Well, his expression isn't entirely lost on her either. ]
Is there something the matter?
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-No, not at all. I felt my other self for a moment, that's all. It is nothing to worry over, entirely inconsequential.
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[ You think you know someone! She doesn't sound offended at all, but her expression is genuinely shocked. Apparently? ]
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[ She gets the feeling he'd be into drilling holes in people's heads. ]
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[Although the hesitation in his voice says not to give him any ideas.]
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[ She doesn't really intend to give him any, but she's got to make the point anyway. ]
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[ There's the tiniest smile on her face as she goes. Is she even talking about him anymore?
Eventually she realizes that's a little too far, though - ]
Ah, but I digress. There is no greater way to attain proficiency in harming others than to familiarize oneself with the sciences, if such is his goal. Accepting your preferences only serves to benefit him. Furthermore, as your Master, I would much prefer it if he and you existed on better terms. Please try to become friends.
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[It feels so weird to discuss his other half's murder preferences so nonchalantly.........]
...The idea of ever becoming friends, however is too absurd. It would be impossible, neither can stand the other. Existing in harmony only lasted so long, and now can never be restored.
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But if I were to use a Command Spell...
[ She won't. But she's definitely curious. ]
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[He doesn't think she should either, but it's a good question.]
I'm sure all it could achieve is forcing us to act civil.
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[ "Wasteful" was not remotely the first thing that came to mind. Pointless is a better descriptor, but that's rude and it's not proper and that makes it bad. So she swallows it to replace it with something lighter. Where did that even come from? She doesn't remember knowing words like that.
She's still not that convinced they're all that different to begin with, but a get along shirt would help. Too bad it'd just be a shirt if they're like this... ]
I'll discuss the matter with him at a later date, I suppose. Regardless - I've heard there are serial magazines devoted to the topic of neuropathology. Would that interest you, Berserker? If you won't masturbate, then I'd like to make your stay here as pleasant as I'm able otherwise.
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Y-yes, that would be fine! I would certainly appreciate it, thank you. It would be plenty enjoyable...!
[He can't take this though, he wants to just disappear.
As it turns out, he can disappear, in a way. It isn't exactly voluntary, but the more he panics, the harder his heart beats, the closer Hyde comes to overtaking him. Until he takes a step back, unsteady, trying to find something to hold on to.]
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She was going to head out to tell one of the maids to figure out that title so she could make the order, but this is a little - ]
... Is everything all right? Is there anything that you need?
[ It's a pretty silly question. Anything physical he'd need he'd already have, so the problem has to be something else. She still manages to muster up something kind of like genuine concern at the sight, though. It's muted, just like, barely visible in her usual expression, but it's there.
Because whatever it is, since it's completely impossible (in her esteemed opinion) for it to be a mana problem, it's not fatal, it's not actually that important. ]
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No, it's perfectly all right. Just- Hyde. You know how it is, of course, haha...
[Yep just gloss on over something that's potentially dangerous, that's fine, it's fine.]
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[ With barely veiled disappointment. She knew it wasn't going to be important, but. Jesus.
On the other hand, ]
Ah... although I do suppose it's best he's your sole ailment, if he may be considered such. If you were to be attacked by an enemy party, or suffer from a shortage of mana, then...
[ then that makes her look bad! and he'd get hurt! hurt bodies are infinitely more important than hurt feelings, and she doesn't get those anyway. but there's a thoughtful pause ]
Still, for my purposes perhaps it's best you remain unreconciled. ... I've changed my mind. If it's your preference to masturbate, I do recommend that you do so, but I no longer intend to force your hand. You're acceptable as you are.