Then--... [ —voice trailing off, the Director makes to catch Julius' gaze with his own, wanting for the other man to know that he needn't be hesitant when discussing facets of himself, for Julius is no more of a monster than Sion is a machine, and perhaps... Perhaps, by humanizing one another, they both might be able to be at peace with themselves. ] Together, they were able to perform a miracle.
[ The Power of Blood and cellular structures both, they are what Sion owes his present stability to. ]
Your heart is strong, Julius— [ And it grows stronger still, day by day, with each and every bond Julius makes: as much is evident in the other man's glimmer of a smile, the gesture manifest as the faintest curve of lips which sees Sion softly smiling too. ] —and as long as it remains true, the cells will remain in check, for you are a force to contend with.
[ Unlike Sion, who is subject, now, to the defects overlooked by those who had made him to be their marionette. That loss of control--... is something which he hopes never to experience again, but fears that he somehow will, for there had been no apparent cause, no impetus, for the happening, only the seemingly impossible fact that it had. ]
But even so... [ Moving in close, he studies the entrance wound, the makeshift bandage which had been discarded having done its job. ] ...I would still suggest that you take some form of analgesic before I remove the bullet.
You are human, and this will hurt. And with any luck, the bullet will not have struck an artery.
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[ The Power of Blood and cellular structures both, they are what Sion owes his present stability to. ]
Your heart is strong, Julius— [ And it grows stronger still, day by day, with each and every bond Julius makes: as much is evident in the other man's glimmer of a smile, the gesture manifest as the faintest curve of lips which sees Sion softly smiling too. ] —and as long as it remains true, the cells will remain in check, for you are a force to contend with.
[ Unlike Sion, who is subject, now, to the defects overlooked by those who had made him to be their marionette. That loss of control--... is something which he hopes never to experience again, but fears that he somehow will, for there had been no apparent cause, no impetus, for the happening, only the seemingly impossible fact that it had. ]
But even so... [ Moving in close, he studies the entrance wound, the makeshift bandage which had been discarded having done its job. ] ...I would still suggest that you take some form of analgesic before I remove the bullet.
You are human, and this will hurt. And with any luck, the bullet will not have struck an artery.