César is reminded of his mother holding back her anger when her kids needed comfort more. It's reassuring.
He's not up to giving the full story now, although he should tell her eventually. How long before he has to tell everyone about the Nanite Event? Alpha? The control collars?
The broom is carefully set against the wall and César takes off his boots and gloves, pulls out a file from his coat, and then removes his coat in a mechanical matter. The coat, gloves, and boots all go into their places before he walks back to the dresser. He puts his hand on the file.
"Both of them were nice, considering. I promised them I wouldn't handle this on my own. I'm to give this to a different doctor since First Aid's the only one who can treat Vika. I... had to tell them the reason she decided to kill me so they could understand."
He runs his hand across the folder, opening it for a moment to look at the words. "... I didn't tell them that I picked the story that would make her kill me the fastest. Or maybe I did? I don't remember. Disturbing I don't. She was already suffering. I know I would die regardless. So."
César furrows his brow, closing the file. "I haven't eaten since the clinic. Or drink water. Dehydration and hunger."
A pause, then he looks up to her, and then speaks in decent Japanese, less likely to be overheard. "[Was it like this. When you died? Or is it just how I could do nothing? How someone I didn't want to hurt wanted me dead? Are you yakuza? Is asking any of this impolite? I'm not thinking straight. Observing proper social mannerisms is hard.]"
He cannot stop rambling, and his usual filter is absolutely gone.
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He's not up to giving the full story now, although he should tell her eventually. How long before he has to tell everyone about the Nanite Event? Alpha? The control collars?
The broom is carefully set against the wall and César takes off his boots and gloves, pulls out a file from his coat, and then removes his coat in a mechanical matter. The coat, gloves, and boots all go into their places before he walks back to the dresser. He puts his hand on the file.
"Both of them were nice, considering. I promised them I wouldn't handle this on my own. I'm to give this to a different doctor since First Aid's the only one who can treat Vika. I... had to tell them the reason she decided to kill me so they could understand."
He runs his hand across the folder, opening it for a moment to look at the words. "... I didn't tell them that I picked the story that would make her kill me the fastest. Or maybe I did? I don't remember. Disturbing I don't. She was already suffering. I know I would die regardless. So."
César furrows his brow, closing the file. "I haven't eaten since the clinic. Or drink water. Dehydration and hunger."
A pause, then he looks up to her, and then speaks in decent Japanese, less likely to be overheard. "[Was it like this. When you died? Or is it just how I could do nothing? How someone I didn't want to hurt wanted me dead? Are you yakuza? Is asking any of this impolite? I'm not thinking straight. Observing proper social mannerisms is hard.]"
He cannot stop rambling, and his usual filter is absolutely gone.