She laughs softly; at least he's willing to give her what's probably the
full truth, even though she already told him she only expects relevant
information or outright omissions.
She's never doubted her own course, either, only to find that not only is
she not anywhere near the infirmary on this boat, she also doesn't
want to be, not on a regular basis. She's something different now.
Something new. She started listening to the part of her that wanted a
different kind of excitement, and wanted to try new things, but at the end
of the day, she's still a doctor -- still a healer.
"I think ... there are some parts of ourselves that are always going to be
with us," she says slowly, carefully, like she's picking out each word on
purpose. "No matter what we do, or how we split ourselves up. I was always
asking questions. For you, it'll be something else. But you're going to
have to figure out what it is that both parts of you have in common."
It's the only thing she'll say about what she learned in the flood.
She hands over the stack of clothing that she's been collecting as they've
been talking: warm tones, with classic styles that seem like they're pulled
from a hodgepodge of different eras, but do at least seem to be limited to
Earth. "Try these," she suggests.
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Date: 2019-02-10 01:40 am (UTC)She laughs softly; at least he's willing to give her what's probably the full truth, even though she already told him she only expects relevant information or outright omissions.
She's never doubted her own course, either, only to find that not only is she not anywhere near the infirmary on this boat, she also doesn't want to be, not on a regular basis. She's something different now. Something new. She started listening to the part of her that wanted a different kind of excitement, and wanted to try new things, but at the end of the day, she's still a doctor -- still a healer.
"I think ... there are some parts of ourselves that are always going to be with us," she says slowly, carefully, like she's picking out each word on purpose. "No matter what we do, or how we split ourselves up. I was always asking questions. For you, it'll be something else. But you're going to have to figure out what it is that both parts of you have in common."
It's the only thing she'll say about what she learned in the flood.
She hands over the stack of clothing that she's been collecting as they've been talking: warm tones, with classic styles that seem like they're pulled from a hodgepodge of different eras, but do at least seem to be limited to Earth. "Try these," she suggests.