Jade never did like himself, and he wasn't happy in the slightest when he received a guard telling him that he apparently wanted to talk to himself. He heaved a sigh and told the guard he understood, and to send him to his office. Then he went back to work on his paperwork, because this stuff didn't magically file itself just because he had better things to do, or things he preferred doing--a concept that Peony often failed to grasp, it seemed
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He waited until the men had left, patient, and perhaps a bit reluctant to start the conversation properly. Finally, when they were gone and the door was closed and Jade could delay no longer, he sighed.
"I can assure you," he began blandly, "I am no more thrilled about this than you are. But, occasionally... one must resort to such unpleasant measures."
Jade removed his glasses, and began to clean them. It gave him something to do with his hands. "I have spoken with the young man calling himself Blade. He believes himself to be the cause of all of this, which is interesting enough all by itself, if perhaps a tad egotistical -- but he also believes himself to be unstable, on the fonic level, and, when I inquired, he agreed that this state of affairs has worsened since his arrival here."
It was a conscientious use of pronouns; whether or not his double considered the replica-amalgamation a human being, it couldn't hurt to be polite about it
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"I'm well assured, at least in this matter. I know all about having to resort to unpleasant measures," Jade told himself wryly. However, he was quiet and attentive as his alternate spoke. So he'd talked to Blade... Jade couldn't say he was very happy about it, but if he were being allowed to do research, and had been told even the barest amount of information, he would know that Blade had been the first extraglobal person to cross over. Seeking him out and questioning was a perfectly logical course of action
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Jade let out a slow, steadying breath, eyes closing with more relief than he was comfortable admitting to in the other man's presence. "Ah," he murmured, "I was rather hoping you'd say something like that." With lips quirked, Jade added, "The public panic otherwise would have been so... ugly."
What his counterpart had said about the replica-amalgamation was interesting. As though his fonic signature were throbbing. Jade wondered whether there was any pattern to it -- any rhythm -- and found himself imagining a frantic beat, tempo moving smoothly from languid to as rapid as a breathless heart. It was an uncharacteristically whimsical train of thought.
"You'll pardon me," he murmured at length, "if I wouldn't still like to be tested myself."
It was not a wholly honest statement; really, Jade would have much preferred to be allowed to perform some of his alternate's tests on an unrelated third party. Vivisection wasn't the only way to be sure of results, but there was nothing quite like handling a subject with your own gloved hands to
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"I can assure you," he began blandly, "I am no more thrilled about this than you are. But, occasionally... one must resort to such unpleasant measures."
Jade removed his glasses, and began to clean them. It gave him something to do with his hands. "I have spoken with the young man calling himself Blade. He believes himself to be the cause of all of this, which is interesting enough all by itself, if perhaps a tad egotistical -- but he also believes himself to be unstable, on the fonic level, and, when I inquired, he agreed that this state of affairs has worsened since his arrival here."
It was a conscientious use of pronouns; whether or not his double considered the replica-amalgamation a human being, it couldn't hurt to be polite about it ( ... )
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What his counterpart had said about the replica-amalgamation was interesting. As though his fonic signature were throbbing. Jade wondered whether there was any pattern to it -- any rhythm -- and found himself imagining a frantic beat, tempo moving smoothly from languid to as rapid as a breathless heart. It was an uncharacteristically whimsical train of thought.
"You'll pardon me," he murmured at length, "if I wouldn't still like to be tested myself."
It was not a wholly honest statement; really, Jade would have much preferred to be allowed to perform some of his alternate's tests on an unrelated third party. Vivisection wasn't the only way to be sure of results, but there was nothing quite like handling a subject with your own gloved hands to ( ... )
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