[She'll take a seat across from him, silent while watching her cup steam. It just seemed like he needed a moment longer to recollect himself - and she might have to speak carefully in regards to book events.]
[The silence continues until Kazuma lets out a long sigh, taking one more sip before setting the cup down. His nerves have calm, for now.]
As I said...Hyde has been quiet since we restored--well, "restored" the story. [Even he's not too convinced it was really resolved.] Can't say I fully enjoyed the whole experience and would rather not go into every detail.
Right... [Yeah, she couldn't be too certain either. Not with the way it had been becoming undone while they were inside. Eventually they might have to retouch it.]
We don't have to. I just wanted you to know you don't have to apologize for that scene.
[He shakes his head.] It wouldn't sit right with me if I didn't. Scripted or not, I still took a life. [Several lives. His hand clenches for a moment.]
Yes... that part before was strange. Still, I can't say there would've been a sufficient method of killing me that would be cleaner considering what we had to work with.
[Gruesome perhaps, but slitting her throat would've taken longer. Decapitation? Sitting with her head would've been too much to ask.]
... What were you thinking when I touched your head?
Well, I didn't exactly leave one of my 'jobs' on good terms. Also, have you ever had to undergo heart surgery, but a heart-lung machine couldn't be used?
... It was only temporary, of course.
[Let's not even talk about other things, okay? Good.]
I...see. [No, he can't really, and it's probably written all over his confused face. You can't just be temporarily dead, you're either alive, dead or dying?]
...You're far too comfortable about it. [He picks up his cup, drinking his tea in silence. He's sure she was telling him all this to ease his own conscious, but...he thinks about his father. He still truly believes his father is innocent of the false accusation that he was a serial killer, but...there were some doubts about himself.]
I know... and that could be a sign of terrible coping abilities. [But she shrugs. She might be a doctor, but mental health? Not actually her wheelhouse. She just takes a sip of tea.]
Heh. Honestly the same could probably be said about myself. [But he's managed all these years, despite knowing it's not his best approach to everything. Even after all this time they've been here, he still can't bring himself to really trust anyone. Maybe not even himself at this point.]
Thank you for the tea. [He sets down his now empty cup.] And...the talk, I suppose.
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[She'll take a seat across from him, silent while watching her cup steam. It just seemed like he needed a moment longer to recollect himself - and she might have to speak carefully in regards to book events.]
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As I said...Hyde has been quiet since we restored--well, "restored" the story. [Even he's not too convinced it was really resolved.] Can't say I fully enjoyed the whole experience and would rather not go into every detail.
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We don't have to. I just wanted you to know you don't have to apologize for that scene.
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...I acted inappropriately as well.
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[Gruesome perhaps, but slitting her throat would've taken longer. Decapitation? Sitting with her head would've been too much to ask.]
... What were you thinking when I touched your head?
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...My parents.
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[Did he want to elaborate? Though she was questioning, he didn't really have to...]
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[She doesn't imagine Hyde gave him an easy time about it either. She takes a sip of her tea.]
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[Which ones? ... The answer is yes.]
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Are you saying your life has been threaten, or are you actually...? [Let's talk about that one.]
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... It was only temporary, of course.
[Let's not even talk about other things, okay? Good.]
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But you survived in the end, that's good.
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Right. So, again, our act was nothing unfamiliar.
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Thank you for the tea. [He sets down his now empty cup.] And...the talk, I suppose.
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... You're welcome. I'll see you around, but don't be a stranger either.