Restoration...maybe

the VOICE In reality's shadow the blind see best She listened, and whilst the statue gave no indication (of course) or expression of hearing the words, the lights around them began to pulse stronger, warmer, until they were illuminated softly within the chamber. "What is not needed is removed," she murmured. "Pain is a distraction. Physical pleasure equally so. A scan of their body would show if there had been an injury without the barbaric sensation of pain." Her tone was quiet, simple, almost righteous. He spoke of the newest spark in a chain of bright ones, and the Voice warmed further to him. "Happiness was a byproduct of the transaction, yes. There is no need to remove emotion or morality yet, so the process made her... happy," she confirmed. "But you would do the same for Samuel?" Now the Voice did emerge, stepping from the statue to stand inches away from Remi, radiant and youthful with eyes like static. She examined the object he held out for her, but she did not need to touch it - it simply rose and turned this way and that in the air between them. "Never have I witnessed a mortal creating something like this," she remarked, lifting a finger - the object sparked and morphed, as if the Voice were tweaking it or testing it. She froze, however, a fraction before Remi spoke, realising what it did. "You would have me introduce a flaw into his system?" she inquired. "You would have me tarnish perfection." A sigh escaped her, sounding much older than her appearance would suggest. "I am aware of his conundrum. He attempted to commune with the heretics, but they would not hear his plea. I would have, if he had asked. But I was not truly here, when he Ascended..." Glancing up once more, she took the device from the air. "A physical flaw to repair a mental one. It would not affect his ability to repair himself... I do not see why not."