No. I will spend many more centuries than you watching people die in ways you've not even dreamt of, however. All with the knowledge that death is and should be final. Your medical research has more value, and you know that.
[Kid was able to maintain some semblance of normalcy if he talked about something else--but the instant Stein brings the topic back to the injury he'd caused, Kid feels his heart start racing. He carefully touches the neat dressing Claire had put in place.
He lets his hand fall back to his lap.]
...I won't call Norfinbury's revivals truly bringing back the dead. It's arguable that we are really here to begin with, considering the physiological changes some have undergone.
[He's scared. But it isn't just that he's afraid--Kid isn't sure what to do with his fear of the professor. He's afraid of the fear itself, which is manifesting as anger.
He rests his head against the wall, closing his remaining eye. His voice is small, resigned.] How many times have you said that before?
Not many. [Not to Spirit, though he had said it to Death about what had happened to Spirit. I won't cut apart my partner again. And he hadn't. It's an easy enough promise to say, and easy enough to keep.]
And I keep my promises, Kid. [He won't take out Kid's eye again, or Watson's.]
[It's not the individual activity. It's the concept. That, when Stein had stood before Lord Death half a lifetime ago and said I won't cut apart my partner again he didn't realize the unspoken agreement was that he wouldn't cut up anyone.
Stein's MN poisoning symptoms may have been alleviated with his death and revival, but Kid's have not and he's interrupted by the same wracking cough that's been plaguing him for weeks.]
I apologize if I-- [His breath comes in gasps, small and quick.]...nod off. The cough syrup--makes me drowsy. Dr. Watson insisted.
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[A pause, and his tone goes serious.]
Did you find another doctor? I didn't exactly patch you up before I left.
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[Kid was able to maintain some semblance of normalcy if he talked about something else--but the instant Stein brings the topic back to the injury he'd caused, Kid feels his heart start racing. He carefully touches the neat dressing Claire had put in place.
He lets his hand fall back to his lap.]
...I won't call Norfinbury's revivals truly bringing back the dead. It's arguable that we are really here to begin with, considering the physiological changes some have undergone.
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[A sense of normalcy, talking about something else... that's certainly preferable to Kid yelling at him or breaking down into a panic.]
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[It's a silent jab at his own human form versus his father's inhuman form. At how Stein had pulled apart his eye, to see how it could work.
His voice sounds just shy of shaking, and he feels ill; the fingers wrapped around his tablet tap quietly.]
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There's an audible sputter of Kid trying to figure out what to say, and then he hangs up. Pity there's no satisfying "slam" too.]
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Then ring ring, it's the professor again.]
That was a joke, Kid.
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You just enucleated two persons against their will and with no consent, and you now have the audacity to say that you've just made a joke?
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And it isn't going to happen again.
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He rests his head against the wall, closing his remaining eye. His voice is small, resigned.] How many times have you said that before?
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And I keep my promises, Kid. [He won't take out Kid's eye again, or Watson's.]
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[It's not the individual activity. It's the concept. That, when Stein had stood before Lord Death half a lifetime ago and said I won't cut apart my partner again he didn't realize the unspoken agreement was that he wouldn't cut up anyone.
Stein's MN poisoning symptoms may have been alleviated with his death and revival, but Kid's have not and he's interrupted by the same wracking cough that's been plaguing him for weeks.]
I apologize if I-- [His breath comes in gasps, small and quick.]...nod off. The cough syrup--makes me drowsy. Dr. Watson insisted.
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