[Ethlyn manages a faint smile when he claps her on the shoulder. It makes her think of her brother and her husband--thow good they were at keeping their spirits up and instilling heart into their troops. Claude's army at home has a good leader.]
You're not going to like hearing this. But if this does ever happen to me, don't hesitate to cut me down. My mind is my best asset, and the idea of it out of my control being used to hurt others -- it's an unappealing thought.
[ He's making light of it, as he always does. But he's dead serious. He's seen too many people deformed by their lust for the Relics back home, the way that they're twisted and deformed, barely a person left inside at all anymore. He feels no guilt for cutting them down, knowing damn well that he's doing them a favour.
But it's always terrified him. It's the one thing he can't bargain his way out of. Once you're gone, you're gone. The only thing that's left is death and destruction. ]
[...This is why it's dangerous to be impulsive and trusting.
Yet Ethlyn understands completely. As a healer, she knows so much about the human body, especially after over a year of intense self-education. She's already been thinking about how to weaponize people's medical conditions if necessary... and if her mind was overtaken and warped the way the Gnosia are, well. She would prefer a swift stroke to the heart herself.
So she's stunned. But not entirely. It's just the mental image of having to drive a sword through her closest friend.]
...Very well. [...] That is much to ask, but... I would ask the same.
[It takes a deep breath after she says that. She has already died once. She does not wish for it to happen again. But it's better than becoming an instrument of corruption and death.]
I know you would. I'd have done it without you having to ask me.
[ It sounds a cruelty, to say that you'd be ready to kill a dear friend -- but Claude means it in the most honourable way he could. He knows Ethlyn. He knows she takes pride in her role as a healer, knows that everything she did was to save the lives of her people, knows that she loves others fiercely and will only kill if absolutely necessary. It often is, in a world at war, but that makes her moral code all the more precious for it. ]
But I don't think it will come to that. Not now, and not ever. And certainly not with a cure in sight. [ He gives her a small smile, a paltry attempt to lift the grim mood. ] Believe me when I say it would be my last resort, as I know it would be yours. Now! [ He claps his hands. ] Being that you believe we can heal these poor people, I think it's high time we get to work.
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Of course. You have only to ask.
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[ He's making light of it, as he always does. But he's dead serious. He's seen too many people deformed by their lust for the Relics back home, the way that they're twisted and deformed, barely a person left inside at all anymore. He feels no guilt for cutting them down, knowing damn well that he's doing them a favour.
But it's always terrified him. It's the one thing he can't bargain his way out of. Once you're gone, you're gone. The only thing that's left is death and destruction. ]
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Yet Ethlyn understands completely. As a healer, she knows so much about the human body, especially after over a year of intense self-education. She's already been thinking about how to weaponize people's medical conditions if necessary... and if her mind was overtaken and warped the way the Gnosia are, well. She would prefer a swift stroke to the heart herself.
So she's stunned. But not entirely. It's just the mental image of having to drive a sword through her closest friend.]
...Very well. [...] That is much to ask, but... I would ask the same.
[It takes a deep breath after she says that. She has already died once. She does not wish for it to happen again. But it's better than becoming an instrument of corruption and death.]
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[ It sounds a cruelty, to say that you'd be ready to kill a dear friend -- but Claude means it in the most honourable way he could. He knows Ethlyn. He knows she takes pride in her role as a healer, knows that everything she did was to save the lives of her people, knows that she loves others fiercely and will only kill if absolutely necessary. It often is, in a world at war, but that makes her moral code all the more precious for it. ]
But I don't think it will come to that. Not now, and not ever. And certainly not with a cure in sight. [ He gives her a small smile, a paltry attempt to lift the grim mood. ] Believe me when I say it would be my last resort, as I know it would be yours. Now! [ He claps his hands. ] Being that you believe we can heal these poor people, I think it's high time we get to work.