[Video] [filtered away from Bellatrix. Of all the people he disagrees with, she's the only one he knows of for whom his own words/actions can serve directly like a starter's pistol.]
[Even for Lupin, he sounds and looks tired
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[His latest conversation with Tonks suddenly springs to mind. And with it, the resurrected memories of how he'd lived with a stir-crazy Sirius in one tiny mansion for a whole year.
Says to Shirley, in a different tone than he'd had before,]
[picks up the forge, walks to the door, goes through it to a windowed hallway, where he turns the forge to the view through the window.
Through it is a view of large room full of beds, most of them occupied.
His voice comes from off-camera.] People continue to come here every day -- whether there are medics available or not. When none are, people come just in order not to be alone. They try to help each other.
When medics are here... there's never nothing to do. It's busiest in times of crisis, of course, with combat injuries, but on any normal day, people hurt themselves with tools, people encounter concentrations of Mist they hadn't anticipated, people simply get sick.
I can heal minor injuries, but for critical cases I'm barely a battlefield medic. I can't instantly cure. The goal is stabilisation.
[looks into the forge again at her] I've seen you heal severe injuries -- complete instant recovery -- the way I can heal a papercut
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video; private; she is the worst, i'm sorry. lmao.thenobledieMay 7 2011, 01:58:17 UTC
[for several moments, shirley's expression is dark. almost offended. as a former warrior and her comrades' medic, she hardly needs to be told what occurs when people are on the verge of death or feel they are. or the lengths they go to stop even minimal pain. for as foreign as most of her memories are now, the war has never left her mind. it remains the clearest.
...of course, instead of saying any of this, she leans forward and rests her chin on her knuckles. because:]
And what do you think I am that you use boredom as a appeal?
video; private; he's not being terribly cordial either ::apologeticsmile::lumenrelegandusMay 7 2011, 05:41:38 UTC
[he should be abashed, but he can't not be fascinated. It's the first time he's seen real emotion in her eyes.
So... the dead may not be entirely removed from living concerns after all.
He's wanted very much to know.
But he shouldn't have let it get away with him.]
I apologise, Shirley. As you rightly observed, I'm overtired.
I think you're astonishing; I remain uncertain of most things about you, but guessed you're on a different plane of perspective and concern from myself. I didn't mean to be reductive. Nor should I have projected instead of asking.
The clinic is short staffed. You have a greatly relevant talent. Would you be interested in helping?
Annoyed in turn at the apparent impression that he's foisting himself on the Clinic and refusing to leave. When walking in the door, he'd suddenly been confronted with all the jobs no one was there to do, and clutched at by all the people looking for some semblance of an organising hand.
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Do you sleep?
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[with an entity in anatole, she could. she chooses not to.]
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Says to Shirley, in a different tone than he'd had before,]
Don't you get at all bored?
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[...which is to say no, in a strict sense, but humoring him, why not!]
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[picks up the forge, walks to the door, goes through it to a windowed hallway, where he turns the forge to the view through the window.
Through it is a view of large room full of beds, most of them occupied.
His voice comes from off-camera.] People continue to come here every day -- whether there are medics available or not. When none are, people come just in order not to be alone. They try to help each other.
When medics are here... there's never nothing to do. It's busiest in times of crisis, of course, with combat injuries, but on any normal day, people hurt themselves with tools, people encounter concentrations of Mist they hadn't anticipated, people simply get sick.
I can heal minor injuries, but for critical cases I'm barely a battlefield medic. I can't instantly cure. The goal is stabilisation.
[looks into the forge again at her] I've seen you heal severe injuries -- complete instant recovery -- the way I can heal a papercut ( ... )
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...of course, instead of saying any of this, she leans forward and rests her chin on her knuckles. because:]
And what do you think I am that you use boredom as a appeal?
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So... the dead may not be entirely removed from living concerns after all.
He's wanted very much to know.
But he shouldn't have let it get away with him.]
I apologise, Shirley. As you rightly observed, I'm overtired.
I think you're astonishing; I remain uncertain of most things about you, but guessed you're on a different plane of perspective and concern from myself. I didn't mean to be reductive. Nor should I have projected instead of asking.
The clinic is short staffed. You have a greatly relevant talent. Would you be interested in helping?
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[interested, that is. it is a fleeting thought to help, but if she will or won't is not what he asked. so she doesn't say. (how difficult of her.)]
Rest before you do more harm than help.
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Annoyed in turn at the apparent impression that he's foisting himself on the Clinic and refusing to leave. When walking in the door, he'd suddenly been confronted with all the jobs no one was there to do, and clutched at by all the people looking for some semblance of an organising hand.
On the other hand, she's entirely right.]
When I can.
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