CHULANE
It took some time for him to process everything that was being said, to appreciate the full implications. That Amalia would be ill again soon, at some unknown time in the near future, was not comforting - both from a personal note and from a view that considered the impact this might have on this planned expedition of theirs.
The voice that rises up from the floating bed is a bit surprising, and the vet feels his anxiety rise up slightly - preparing to handle yet another delirious patient. But the words that did come were not confused or circular, but in fact somewhat coherent, and reasonable. He sat back again.
Chulane made no mention of the brief venture to the Climb he had made, scarcely trusting his own mind at this point. At the time, he had gone there to look for the place she fell - he too did not meet Amalia's gaze as she spoke of it, instead focussing on Morgan - but had instead found a room of crystal, of mirrored surfaces and sharp edges, and a thirsty ascended besides. Once he'd found his way out, he had thought himself very much a fool, for even trying to go there without more support.
The vet nodded before he made to answer the question directed to him by his Warden. "Yes, I will attend." I have to attend. I have to know. He glances to Amalia this time, his expression unreadable as he supresses the confused storm of emotions within. Then he refocuses on the man seemingly running this show (Ronin), and awaits the next step to be illuminated.
The voice that rises up from the floating bed is a bit surprising, and the vet feels his anxiety rise up slightly - preparing to handle yet another delirious patient. But the words that did come were not confused or circular, but in fact somewhat coherent, and reasonable. He sat back again.
Chulane made no mention of the brief venture to the Climb he had made, scarcely trusting his own mind at this point. At the time, he had gone there to look for the place she fell - he too did not meet Amalia's gaze as she spoke of it, instead focussing on Morgan - but had instead found a room of crystal, of mirrored surfaces and sharp edges, and a thirsty ascended besides. Once he'd found his way out, he had thought himself very much a fool, for even trying to go there without more support.
The vet nodded before he made to answer the question directed to him by his Warden. "Yes, I will attend." I have to attend. I have to know. He glances to Amalia this time, his expression unreadable as he supresses the confused storm of emotions within. Then he refocuses on the man seemingly running this show (Ronin), and awaits the next step to be illuminated.
Freedom is secured not by the fulfilling of one's desires
but by the removal of desire
but by the removal of desire
