"Too late for that," he mutters. His eyes are still fixed on Professor Rammsteiner's, but there's a slightly unfocused quality to them as he mulls over the odd way Professor Rammsteiner had interrupted himself and paused for too long to be normal.
More complications. Secrets upon secrets. All this only serves to remind him of why he prefers solitude. His self-assigned task may not be an easy one, but at least he doesn't have to deal with this sort of complexity.
His whole body aches. He wants to rest, but he still has work to do.
"He's interested in you," he says, repeating his words from earlier, slower this time. He feels as if he has the pieces of a puzzle in hand, but... "He wants to study your curse."
Jade swallows, feeling a phantom pressure against his throat, remembering the crushing force Professor Rammsteiner had exerted on his windpipe. Is it safe to speak frankly to him? He doesn't know.
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More complications. Secrets upon secrets. All this only serves to remind him of why he prefers solitude. His self-assigned task may not be an easy one, but at least he doesn't have to deal with this sort of complexity.
His whole body aches. He wants to rest, but he still has work to do.
"He's interested in you," he says, repeating his words from earlier, slower this time. He feels as if he has the pieces of a puzzle in hand, but... "He wants to study your curse."
Jade swallows, feeling a phantom pressure against his throat, remembering the crushing force Professor Rammsteiner had exerted on his windpipe. Is it safe to speak frankly to him? He doesn't know.