I am afraid that is a rather difficult thing for me to do.
[ Prioritize themselves. For a moment, they grow quiet. And, gingerly, they bring their left hand near one of her own, a light gentle nudge of their fingers against it. Allowing her space, though wishing to offer a comforting touch. After today... ]
..You have a certain way with words as well, are you aware? [ Without their helm, the voice is clear, soft and warm. ] I will keep that in mind. However, you know, there is no harming in voting one of us to the brig. ..Though, were that to happen, I would be more concerned about the one allowed the freedom to roam about after.
[ The idea of someone who had just killed, being able to continue to roam the ship. Likely to attack again? It spells doom. ]
[she jumps just a little bit when they nudge, but. after a moment, she shifts her hand and turns it palm up. they can take it if they want.]
... I say things as I see them. [she says, after a moment, and then:] A killer left free to roam or not, there is harm in that. Two people have died after being put in the brig. I am not optimistic enough to think there won't be a third time.
Whoever ends up there must... must be someone who... [she starts, and then stops.] It must be someone who is overcome by that violent urge.
[ An invitation for paw? Their head tilts, curious, but very gently they will take her hand. As her words continue, they nod along, listening intently. ]
A danger to themselves and or others. If we could find the source, or some means to avoid someone to be pushed to that insatiable violence.. [ Their words quiet to a pondering mumble, before they lift their head again. ]
Per my discussions with someone regarding Scien's case, and what we witnessed today and yesterday, I have to wonder how it goes about choosing who is overcome by these violent urges.
[ Their hand gently squeezes hers, but only lightly, keeping the hold loose on the chance she decides against it. ]
Were it that, there should be some signs of it through diagnosis. Mayhap we can get a closer look... [ More pondering, though those next set of words have them quiet. They lean a little to press their shoulders together briefly. An offer. ]
...I wish I could say it will not. That such a fate will not befall you, nor those dear to you, but... I pray that it does not happen.
A poor habit of mine one would say. Stubbornly optimistic and hopeful in the face of everything. [ A quiet hum. ] ..'Tis true I am without some rather important memories, but I do remember a few things now and again as of late. Things I have forgotten before. So I think with a bit searching, digging, it is possible to find some kind of lead.
[ Their voice quietens, frowning. ]
It is more likely to happen again than not. And... it pains me that it could be you, it could even possibly be myself, or any one of those we know and care for. [ ... ] Were that I could promise you otherwise.
... Someone has to be the optimistic one. [her fingers tighten a little around their hand.] I don't expect a promise. I know that's impossible. I've long since expected any outcomes to be positive.
But you can take better care of yourself. Don't put yourself intentionally in harm's way.
If that befalls upon me, I do not mind being the one. [ To keep that optimism. ] ...I will try.
[ Hard to promise that but, they do genuinely mean they'll try. ]
Only simple minor things so far, I am afraid. That I no longer walk around with my staff, for one. Which is strange - considering I have always had it on hand even during the start of my tour. I'm not too sure why I stopped. It must be in my quarters somewhere...
I am capable of wielding magic, though not at this very moment. We only have what aids us in getting around the ship with our Senior Crew credentials. [ The black void teleporting around. ]
That's right. A built in function simply to allow those with abilities available of them to not go about causing too much destruction on board the ship. Not that I would have been able to make use of my own magic, its requirements are rather specific.
[ A hum, and for a moment they contemplate as they look at their surroundings. ]
It draws from the energy found throughout my world. Though my own is also aided by something else. [ Their head is angled in the direction of that glimpse of blue in the distance, but they look at her and tilt their head with a glimpse of a smile. ] A variety. I am quite the All-Rounder. I can swap between uses of black magic, otherwise white. Black magic is capable of what you would deem elemental.
That you can. [ And they perk up at that, a smile glimpsed beneath their hood. Cause yeah you can simulate magic and powers in sim, Metis debated offering but they are holding paws right now? And their right hand is kinda uhh... y'know. Pain. ] Mayhap another day.
...I do. [ Said with a quiet wistfulness. ] I find myself thinking of it more as of late.
Do you want to return? [she thinks about how they love reading about adventure, about how the med pods here are stalling... something from happening. there's a twinge of worry in her at this, and it probably shows on her face.]
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[ Prioritize themselves. For a moment, they grow quiet. And, gingerly, they bring their left hand near one of her own, a light gentle nudge of their fingers against it. Allowing her space, though wishing to offer a comforting touch. After today... ]
..You have a certain way with words as well, are you aware? [ Without their helm, the voice is clear, soft and warm. ] I will keep that in mind. However, you know, there is no harming in voting one of us to the brig. ..Though, were that to happen, I would be more concerned about the one allowed the freedom to roam about after.
[ The idea of someone who had just killed, being able to continue to roam the ship. Likely to attack again? It spells doom. ]
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... I say things as I see them. [she says, after a moment, and then:] A killer left free to roam or not, there is harm in that. Two people have died after being put in the brig. I am not optimistic enough to think there won't be a third time.
Whoever ends up there must... must be someone who... [she starts, and then stops.] It must be someone who is overcome by that violent urge.
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A danger to themselves and or others. If we could find the source, or some means to avoid someone to be pushed to that insatiable violence.. [ Their words quiet to a pondering mumble, before they lift their head again. ]
Per my discussions with someone regarding Scien's case, and what we witnessed today and yesterday, I have to wonder how it goes about choosing who is overcome by these violent urges.
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I don't even know what it is. Is it a sickness? A disease? [...] I don't want it. It will - if it seizes me, I don't trust myself not to kill Temenos.
[and that is. terrifying.]
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Were it that, there should be some signs of it through diagnosis. Mayhap we can get a closer look... [ More pondering, though those next set of words have them quiet. They lean a little to press their shoulders together briefly. An offer. ]
...I wish I could say it will not. That such a fate will not befall you, nor those dear to you, but... I pray that it does not happen.
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... I would die before I did that to him. [she says, finally.]
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We will figure things out before it reaches that point. One way or another.
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I could be next. It'll happen again this week, I'm sure.
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[ Their voice quietens, frowning. ]
It is more likely to happen again than not. And... it pains me that it could be you, it could even possibly be myself, or any one of those we know and care for. [ ... ] Were that I could promise you otherwise.
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... Someone has to be the optimistic one. [her fingers tighten a little around their hand.] I don't expect a promise. I know that's impossible. I've long since expected any outcomes to be positive.
But you can take better care of yourself. Don't put yourself intentionally in harm's way.
[or else]
... You remember some things? Like what?
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If that befalls upon me, I do not mind being the one. [ To keep that optimism. ] ...I will try.
[ Hard to promise that but, they do genuinely mean they'll try. ]
Only simple minor things so far, I am afraid. That I no longer walk around with my staff, for one. Which is strange - considering I have always had it on hand even during the start of my tour. I'm not too sure why I stopped. It must be in my quarters somewhere...
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she tilts her head a little at that.]
Your staff? Do you use magic? Or... do you mean a walking staff.
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I am capable of wielding magic, though not at this very moment. We only have what aids us in getting around the ship with our Senior Crew credentials. [ The black void teleporting around. ]
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... Interesting. I had heard that the reason we don't have our abilities is because the nanites won't allow for it. Is it the same for you?
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That's right. A built in function simply to allow those with abilities available of them to not go about causing too much destruction on board the ship. Not that I would have been able to make use of my own magic, its requirements are rather specific.
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What kind of requirements? [...] Is it... elemental in nature? Fire, ice, thunder? Or is it more like... dark or light?
[squeenix tropes]
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It draws from the energy found throughout my world. Though my own is also aided by something else. [ Their head is angled in the direction of that glimpse of blue in the distance, but they look at her and tilt their head with a glimpse of a smile. ] A variety. I am quite the All-Rounder. I can swap between uses of black magic, otherwise white. Black magic is capable of what you would deem elemental.
[ Squeenix. ]
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I see. [fascinating - really.] ... It's so interesting, the differences. I don't use elemental magic, not really, but... my magic is dark.
[a beat.]
What do you mean you're aided by something else? [she glances at the blue. the tower.] ... Is this where you're from?
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[ A shame, really. As for that first question they go quiet as they stare off. When they do answer, it's for the other inquiry. ]
It is part of the shard I reside in, yes. A lake surrounded by a large forest outside my city.
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I could show you here sometime, I suppose. [since she can do magic in the sim rooms? i think? ignore her saying that if she can't. anyway.]
It's beautiful. [...] Do you miss it?
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That you can. [ And they perk up at that, a smile glimpsed beneath their hood. Cause yeah you can simulate magic and powers in sim, Metis debated offering but they are holding paws right now? And their right hand is kinda uhh... y'know. Pain. ] Mayhap another day.
...I do. [ Said with a quiet wistfulness. ] I find myself thinking of it more as of late.
[ Which may be why they are here right now. ]
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... Will you ever get to return? [the senior crew has insisted they're here on purpose, that they volunteered, but.]
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I imagine so. I have been considering it, once we get you all safely back home, and I finish the last of my work. I've thought about going back.
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Do you want to return? [she thinks about how they love reading about adventure, about how the med pods here are stalling... something from happening. there's a twinge of worry in her at this, and it probably shows on her face.]
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I do want to. It is where I belong, where I am meant to be. Where I should live the rest of my days out.
[ ..Gentle squeeze of her hand, it's okay. Don't worry. ]
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