oia
"Chemicals released in your brain in response to various stimuli. Orgasms release endorphins that make you feel good." So you've been told. "There are other ways of triggering them as well. Rae's primary purpose in creating them was to help inhibiting pain when appropriate. That Frey uses the positive benefits is rather clever." Which from you, is about the highest praise possible.
"Because they aren't." You reply. It isn't your job to question Rae, but merely to complete your tasks as they are assigned to you. Presumably if the scope of your assessment was too large, you'd not be able to do a sufficiently accurate job of it. Besides, Rae could simply call upon Frey at any time. What they couldn't do was come down here and inspect things as easily for themselves.
"Acknowledged. It happens sometimes." You reply a touch sheepishly, turning your attention back to your notes and writing something relatively superfluous to try and distract your mind. As he tries to answer your questions, you focus on single point on the page, feeling slightly more centered as he gives a bit of structure. It soothes you, and you can feel your heart-rate dropping to something more manageable.
"A large house." You repeat, nose crinkling a fraction with dislike. "Many rooms. Many handles, many hallways, many noises, many people?" You can feel yourself becoming overwhelmed, your eyes growing large.
"Because they aren't." You reply. It isn't your job to question Rae, but merely to complete your tasks as they are assigned to you. Presumably if the scope of your assessment was too large, you'd not be able to do a sufficiently accurate job of it. Besides, Rae could simply call upon Frey at any time. What they couldn't do was come down here and inspect things as easily for themselves.
"Acknowledged. It happens sometimes." You reply a touch sheepishly, turning your attention back to your notes and writing something relatively superfluous to try and distract your mind. As he tries to answer your questions, you focus on single point on the page, feeling slightly more centered as he gives a bit of structure. It soothes you, and you can feel your heart-rate dropping to something more manageable.
"A large house." You repeat, nose crinkling a fraction with dislike. "Many rooms. Many handles, many hallways, many noises, many people?" You can feel yourself becoming overwhelmed, your eyes growing large.
of course it's exhausting, having to reason all
the time in a universe which wasn't meant to be reasonable.
the time in a universe which wasn't meant to be reasonable.
