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[That's the thing about human nature; that every individual has their flaws, that not every moment of their existence is brimming with confidence or conviction. He doesn't expect this hidden side of her to be perfect or even flattering, for why try to hide something if you were to be proud of it? But keeping it all to oneself, built up and pressurized and crystallized until you're bursting at the seams, or conversely, letting it eat away from within... Well, that was hardly the way to go about it, either. He wishes to be that pillar of support, for no reason other than he can and wants to.]

That's hardly an excuse. [Because an excuse is what it is. As if he couldn't make room in his mind, in his priorities, for her, in the face of everything. What a silly notion.]

Why does everything I see have to be pleasant? Those would be expectations both unreal and unfair on my part.

[Utterly unfair to her, he thinks.] I won't turn tail and run, if that's what's worrying you.

[he says that, and yet, how true is it? it's standing on the border between one side and another, trying to not let go and run back to what was familiar, shutting everything back out. a solid attempt at this is all she can promise, not changing overnight. but if he does mean it, the least she can do is try.]

...Okay. I'll trust you on that, Ardyn.

[if he's sincere, if he can look her in the face in spite of all her flaws, once they become known, well then. that would be something. for now, it's a promise, one she does want to believe in. one she'll see whether or not it holds up after he has the entire story.

she hopes it goes without saying that it's mutual from her. if their roles were reversed, if he was the one practically hiding in her arms, she might say the same words. that's been the case for a while now, after all.]

[And that's all he can really hope for, isn't it? Her trust. He doesn't expect anything to change overnight, just as he doesn't expect for her to dismiss what must have been familiar to her for many years now. But it's to Ardyn's credit that he means what he says, and he's willing to prove it to her when the time comes.]

That's all I ask for.

[And so he lingers like they are for a moment longer, letting it all settle in, before he steps back to look at her face properly. They may as well still be in an embrace, with how close they still remain standing next to each other. Ardyn's grin is quiet, soft.]

Now then... [His eyes move to her forearm, where the bandages had been wrapped around just moments before. He's nearly forgotten about the pain of his own -- it's faded prominently now, only pinpricks of what it had been before.] Can I convince you to stop with these experiments, as well?

[the experiments. they'd nearly been driven out of her head in the moment, in the absence of pain and having to resist the urge to completely shut that line of conversation down. but they had been the start of this and why he'd come over in the first place.

technically, she has enough data to draw some conclusions. ideally, she would have finished the one in progress, but, this happened. she isn't smiling, but the tension's left her for now, which is a vast improvement.]

Yes, but I want one last thing. I want to give over a blood sample to a specialist to see if they can detect anything abnormal.

[Lucian will agree, she's sure, and taking blood is a painless procedure with no risk of lasting harm. much, much safer than her self conducted trials.]

Then I'll let this be. No more that come from me.

[He's glad to see the tension release from her, even as she explains quite evenly what it is she wants to still do. Ardyn has no issue with her sending a blood sample; a normal procedure, one that has nothing to do with making deep cuts into skin, is something that he can much more readily accept

Though if he were to be honest, even without further testing, the implications are not too difficult to grasp for. His own magic had been referenced to in his memories, and therefore it's assumed that any abilities manifesting today were present in their past lives as well. He's sure she's aware of this fact, and it feels a little redundant to point it out. But he likely will anyway.]

That's reasonable enough. However, this change in you... Is it something you remember once possessing? The ability to heal?

[Healing, unlike his own.]

...I'm not sure. It doesn't feel wrong that it's happened to me, but I don't have any memory of healing like this. So if I am to remember this, it hasn't happened yet.

[but this isn't magic like his. this isn't light and warmth and sealing things up. if it's magic, it's woven into her body in a different way. why would she have this, with what she remembered?]

It feels natural, but unnatural at the same time. I'm not sure what to make of it.

At this point, I think it's safe to assume that your past self was able to heal in a similar manner. Everything we know about these memories points to that much.

[With each passing day, it seems that their lives grow more interesting, yet the mystery only widens like a gaping, yawning chasm. Who had they all been, once upon a time?]

The implications of that, however, are puzzling, though I suppose no more so than a traveller who healed via magic. But you have to admit that your past self seemed to be quite resilient; this may reinforce why that's the case.

Strong, fast, and now able to recover quickly. I don't know what conclusions I'm supposed to draw about her, other than I envy what I remember of her reflexes.

[it's easier to analyze when she thinks about the past self as separate for the time being. what...was it all supposed to be about? a warrior of sorts? but the surroundings didn't match that idea.

and there's still the matter of that list. and the man with the same eyes.]

If this is magic, it doesn't feel like it. Not that I'd know what magic feels like, but...there's no change in how it feels to heal. It's...not humanly possible, though, not in the world I know, so it might be magic, if that's now going to be a factor in memories.

My opinion? If you don't think it feels like magic, then you should trust your instincts regarding the matter.

[Though it's verbally difficult to describe what magic might feel like, even to a man who now possesses some talent of it. A thrumming sort of energy sleeping within a person, sparking to life when utilized. An ambiguous presence, but once it makes itself evident, it's almost impossible, he believes, to mistake it as anything else.

Ardyn feels that if magic were the reason for being stronger, faster, and recovering more quickly (the latter being the case now), she would simply just know.]

After all, who is to say that magic even existed in the world you were in? Maybe you were to abide by a certain set of rules completely different than my own. Maybe, just maybe, individuals who were strong, fast, and able to heal, were not so uncommon?

[It's all conjecture right now, as it often is.]

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Individuals.

[she latches onto that word, her expression darkening a little as she considers it.]

It might make more sense, considering a few parts of what I remember, but...it would be strange no matter what, wouldn't it? Individuals with certain abilities, but why?

[He considers what to say and how to say it, taking note of her expression before doing so. He's not here to instill doubt or uncertainty, but he won't feign knowing the answers when there none to concretely be had.]

How strange it would be depends on something we don't know. A sliding scale of what constitutes for "normal" in that lifetime, which I assume differs from person to person.

[How strange were the monsters that he remembered, for instance? Very unbelievable things in Recolle, but whatever place it was he came from in his memories, they may have been considered less than uncommon.]

As for the "why" of the matter... [That's just as tricky. He can only respond based off of his own experiences with strange abilities, and even then it's limited to a single memory.]

Why would anyone need to be physically more able than the rest? And to heal from injuries uncannily fast? There must be a purpose suited for it.

[A fighter? Warrior? Adventurer? Mercenary? The guesses could go on and on.]

They face danger frequently enough to require it.

[she says it, though she's not really looking at him when her mind is beginning to move this fast, thinking about memories and trying to pull out details.]

Or they need to remain in top condition for a while yet. Those are the first things to come to mind. But this will remain a true mystery until my memories see fit to be less cryptic and actually reveal more of this bizarre story that's unfolding. I have so many questions...I don't know if I'll get answers for even a quarter of them.

[Watching her face, indicative of someone weighing options at a rather fast rate, he knows exactly what to say -- or ask -- immediately after.]

Does this bother you? [Not the not knowing bit, because that's obvious. Being surrounded by a whirlwind of questions isn't something that he likes much, either.] That you would've been physically different, more capable, than what might've been considered "normal"?

[the question is exactly one she's asking herself. while having the abilities weren't necessarily a bad thing itself, the idea of having them meant that she was different, and not in a sense that was easily swept under the banner of everyone being different in their own way. this was something else.]

It doesn't bother me yet, but it will, after I have time to think on it more. Right now I think I'm still processing the idea.

[when it sinks in that if she was so different, what made her so, if she was even changed like that at all?]

I've had to bend the rules of what I can accept and what's unrealistic and truly bothers me ever since Retrospec came into our lives. This is sort of teetering on the boundary for the moment.

[Ardyn can't blame her. It had been not that long ago when he confessed to her his own anxieties regarding his new abilities. That something dark and unrelenting would change him from the inside out, and this was enough to dredge up uncertainty in even the most confident mind.

But in a way, this is different. This was not something that held the threat of some nebulous, inner turmoil. Her healing abilities, at least currently, seemed rather straightforward: experience an injury, and heal from it faster. There was nothing that threatened to change who she might be as a person, and thus he doesn't feel too much like a hypocrite when he says:]

I don't think that this new skill of yours threatens to change who you are at your core. And even if you had been unordinary in a past life, does it change the role in the one you have now?

[It's early for these types of questions, and yet Ardyn feels as if they'll be forced to face them head-on soon enough. But basically the gist is this: Grell, try not to worry.]

[it hadn't been so long ago that a friend had confided in her about his own suspicions of being not truly human. but there was a point to be made in it not affecting her down in the core. this, at least, was no physical alteration to send the wheels in her mind spinning. this was simply...a bonus of sorts. a gift, for whatever reason.]

Well, last time I checked, I'm still me. Still Dr. Grell Sutcliffe, with all that the name and title entails.

[no worrying. not yet, anyway. and if it decides to descend, then she knows there's someone who will listen.]

[He will absolutely listen. He doesn't think he needs to reiterate how much he wants her to speak to him about these new developments, should they come.]

Of course. All that it implies, and all that it doesn't. The whole of yourself is still very much intact.

[And an addendum, because he knows her well enough to say such a thing:] In any case, promise me you won't spend too much time fretting over what mysteries we don't know the answers to? I'll threaten you with distraction to avoid it, if I must.

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