[ Because it is. He, of all people, should know that much. ]
I shall be there shortly.
[ He heads straight to Daan's office. Yi Sang has learned his lesson, certain that this encounter will go a little better than the one before. He's been diligent about applying medicine daily, and, to his untrained eye, it really does look a lot better.
He's not a doctor though. That's why he's here.
Yi Sang knocks on the door, left hand still wrapped in bandages. He takes a small step back, awaiting an answer. ]
This time, Daan is much less cold or irritable in his approach. There's more of that calm look in his eye, and he gives a nod to Yi Sang before gesturing him inside.]
Good of you to come.
[He wonders, absently, if Vergilius said anything to ensure that Yi Sang would behave more properly and see him for medical needs. Hard to say, but it is something he mulls over as he has the man come inside.]
Go ahead and have a seat in the examination room, and we'll have a look.
[ There's a part of Yi Sang that wonders whether Daan's appearance belies some sort of hidden strength. Could it be that the man standing before him was just as powerful as The Red Gaze? Perhaps it's not a matter of Vergilius permitting Daan to give him an earful, rather, perhaps Vergilius was physically unable to stave off the doctor's admonishments.
Hopefully, he thinks, he'll never know.
He recalls the way to the examination room: first door to the left. Again, Yi Sang's shrugging his coat off and leaving it folded neatly on the extra chair in the room. The half-empty bottle of antibacterial lies nestled in its pocket.
He gives the padded chair a cursory inspection with a single glance before settling down in it. And once seated, he still looks around the examination room to check for anything dangerous, but he spends much less time checking compared to last time.
The unsettling associations are of no fault of Daan's. The doctor cannot help the fact that the last time Yi Sang sat in an examination chair was in the bowels of a Mirror Dungeon, cold metal clamped over his wrists as a needle sank into his flesh.
This isn't a Mirror Dungeon though, so he rests his hand on one of the armrests and waits. ]
[It's like a replay from days ago: Daan nudging over a rolling stool, gloves on, ready to peel back bandages. The difference being, of course, that he lacks all of his frustration and sternness of then, forever unable to help himself but care and empathize. It's always a fatal flaw in him that he's never been able to really squash out.
Love and courage, is what Kaveh told him. Love and courage are things he is made of. Good man, people will say. Kind man. Yet none of those aspects have ever been born out of naivete, but out of the knowledge that the world doesn't pity its inhabitants enough. And so: a hand to be held out, when none were ever given to him.
Daan is careful, ever gentle but firm with his touch as he peels off bandages, giving a satisfied hum. The injury isn't as red or swollen, no sign of infection. The little needle marks of a bite are scabbed and healing.]
That's more like it. [Daan sounds satisfied.] At this point, you might not even need a bandage anymore. Letting the wound air out will help with proper scabbing and healing.
Just don't do anything foolish with that hand of yours, will you?
[ Yi Sang studies Daan's expression silently. It seems his own assessment of his condition had been correct.
He nods, acknowledging the other man's instructions. ]
I will do so. ...shall I continue to apply the antibacterial?
[ All of Daan's advice thus far had worked very well, the medicine included. It doesn't look like there are any open wounds to risk reinfection, but that decision should be left to the expert.
Yi Sang glances down at his hand. ]
Yes, it must be in adequate condition if I am to assist you in the future.
[ It's a lot easier to remember to be careful when he has something concrete to latch onto. ]
[ In that case, it sounds like he's been doing a good job at taking care of the wound.
Yi Sang returns his hand to his lap. It feels a little strange having it exposed to air after keeping it wrapped for the last few days. Briefly, he considers touching it, just to see what it feels like and remind himself of what a scab feels like.
It's been awhile, after all, since he's had one of those. ]
I believe so, yes. ...those I have met thus far have been quite kind to me.
[ He gifted a paper crane to a girl who looked a little lost, but seemed to regain her spirits at the sight of the bird. And -- ]
...I may have joined someone's choir.
[ It's never been easy for Yi Sang to say no to others. Again, he sinks back into his thoughts. What else was there? ]
Ah. I... have also said hello to Vergilius. He advised that I mind myself, but to seek your assistance in cases of emergency.
The people here aren't typically what one would expect. And... I mean that in a good way.
[Time and again, Daan has been surprised by them as well. The majority of the people here seem to want to help each other, and finding bonds has not been difficult, strangely enough.
If Daan can gain friends, family, and loved ones here, anyone can. That is what he thinks.]
Huh. A choir? Hopping right into the hobbies and clubs, I see. Well, it'll probably be good for you.
[Get out. Do things. That sort of thing. People do that, he thinks wryly.
There's a brief pause, because he does know that the two of them spoke. How could he not? Not that Yi Sang would know better. Still, he does not mention this.]
Good. Then you know I mean it when it comes from him. I've mended him, and I'll do the same for the rest of you.
I'd much rather not have to berate you and your ... hm. Coworkers? Friends? I actually don't know how you all feel about each other, but my door is open to all of you all the same.
[ He hadn't meant to get roped into that activity, but she'd looked so sad and mourned over how much she missed music. How could he say no to such an earnest desire? ]
...I suppose it shall be a welcome distraction, given the futility of all efforts to leave this place.
[ And because they're all stranded here, it's... nice to know people are generally ready to lend a helping hand.
But the last time someone had called him a "friend," it was with a karambit's blade pointed at his neck. Or... had it been in that white hall, tile floor frigid against his bare feet? Maybe it was last uttered with that person's final breath as Yi Sang drove his blade into their chest, finally freeing them from the birdcage of their mutuals pasts.
Thinking of that term still stings a bit, like a fresh wound ready to begin healing. ]
They are my... coworkers, yes. Colleagues. But given enough time, perhaps they may become my companions.
[ Small steps, he thinks. After all, he's only recently remembered his desire for connections had always existed within him. It was always there from the start. He'd simply forgotten along the way.
Yi Sang studies Daan for a moment, as though he were inspecting the condition of his own tools. ]
...does your desire to assist us stem from your friendship with Vergilius?
Mm. It's not my first time being stuck in a city. This has just been a longer period. So... I'd say a few hobbies to pass the time is a good idea.
[Fair enough about the coworkers statement. Similarly, Daan would not call the other contestants friends, either. Necessary comrades in the state they were in, stuck in the Termina Festival. He didn't dislike any of them; really, he even liked them all, but ultimately it wasn't the bond he had with, say, Heine or something.
At the question, Daan shrugs, appearing indifferent.]
Maybe a little. [Maybe a lot.] Ultimately, it's more because your medical choices are exceedingly slim. So if you don't come to me, where the hell are you gonna go while your manager isn't here?
[Daan also chronically has issues ignoring the plights of others, but it's hardly a subject he needs to discuss!]
[ "Maybe a little" he says, which Yi Sang thinks is, in fact, saying quite a lot.
Daan's insistence on receiving everyone when they are injured reminds him of a man with chronic issues with ignoring the plights of animals. Those memories have Yi Sang glancing down at his hand, gazing at the small bite marks on his hand.
...they look a little like the marks a kitten's teeth might leave. It's a mark he recalls that man often wore, depending on how irritated their workshop's cat felt that day.
He clenches his hands, nails digging into his palms to resist the temptation of picking at the scab. That's right; without Dante, every bruise, every scar, would leave traces behind even after healing over. ]
...that is a reasonable response. I have heard that people occasionally go missing here, and thus we would be in some trouble if you were to vanish without a trace.
[The way Yi Sang clenches his hands does not go unnoticed, albeit Daan is not certain what words triggered the reaction. He doesn't ask, not at the moment, but he think about what words could have caused it.]
...That is something that comes to mind, sometimes.
[The big picture: how would the rest of the city fair? If Shoko was still here, they could get by, but what then? And thus, Binah's suggestion itches his mind.
The smaller picture: how Daan's disappearance might impact Vergilius. Oh, the Red Gaze would manage, of course he would, but Daan would rather maul himself a thousand times before even dreaming to hurt the other man in such a way.]
So I'm thinking of taking on an apprentice or two. I'd be a terrible teacher, but there aren't many options, are there.
[ The new direction of conversation is a welcome distraction from his thoughts. The tension eases a bit in Yi Sang's hands, skin stretched less taut over his bony knuckles. An apprentice -- it's yet another reasonable and wise idea from Daan.
He is beginning to understand why Vergilius trusts this man's word. ]
Patience is a valuable asset for an educator.
[ As is Daan's desire to pass on his knowledge for the benefit of the City's residents'. That, alone, speaks volumes. ]
...perhaps my words do not carry much weight, but I believe you would be more than capable of effectively sharing your knowledge.
[ It's just a hunch from someone who might have been a teacher in some other lifetime. ]
[Briefly, Daan is quiet as he thinks on the matter.
He'd been afraid of becoming a father, because of his own childhood. Hardly much of an example to work off of, after all. And the only example of a mentor he has in mind is one who had been obsessive, stern, and cold. Daan would loathe to be like that as well.
Bleeding heart, Binah called him. Made of love and courage, Kaveh said. Kind. Good.]
Well. It's neither here nor there, yet. I'd actually have to find an apprentice that not only wants to learn, but is capable of it. Those can be two very different things.
[ A horse can be led to water, but it cannot be made to drink. ]
Given your trade, it seems likely that you shall become acquainted with a variety of personalities. Surely, there shall be proper candidates, even if you are unable to locate an ideal one.
[ Very few things are truly considered impossible to Yi Sang. Very few things are truly considered impossible to someone who's glimpsed into the the realm of potentials.
He wears a pensive expression as he observes the thoughtful look on the doctor's face. ]
Perhaps you may wish to begin with offering basic medical training, both to assess your teaching abilities and to begin spreading rudimentary knowledge throughout the City.
[ Trying to wrack his brain for solutions, ironically, is what puts Yi Sang at ease. His words come a little freer as he ponders what he perceives to be a puzzle laid before him. ]
Thankfully, I'm ahead of you there. I've been having classes on the weekends to train people in exactly that. Though I did it because I felt like it would help people and lower my case load than making it also a method to find a good apprentice.
[There's a moment of consideration, then he adds:] For the record, maybe you should join in. Just in case you get an injury like this one again, or even similar.
Yi Sang's expression goes from thoughtful to sheepish. Ideally, he won't end up with the exact same injury. Bite him once, shame on the plant. Bite him twice, shame on him. ]
I intend to avoid straying too close to the poison garden's carnivorous plants. ...but you are correct. It would be best to learn how to mitigate injuries in the event that an accident occurs, to minimize damage until you have the opportunity to treat them properly.
[ And it would be good to know, given how much trouble he anticipates Don Quixote and Hong Lu may run into. Sinclair, blessedly, tends to be more careful.
So he nods. It's nice to learn new things not only to keep his mind busy, but to scratch his ever-present itch for information. ]
There will be plenty of other opportunities get yourself injured in the future. Not that I'm asking you to do that, but if it does happen hopefully you'll be prepared.
[There's a nod at the question.]
For now, until I have a proper clinic. I usually do classes on the weekend, and I'll make sure to let you know when during the day I'll be starting them.
Hardly intricate as surgeries, but it'll be basic knowledge so you know how to take care of yourself and others. Which will be helpful to you and your colleagues alike.
[ ...what day of the week is it today anyways? Yi Sang makes a small note to himself to hunt down a calendar. ]
Certainly, that basic knowledge will be sufficient. ...for instance, I believe Hong Lu has acquired a penchant for sparring with another new resident of the City.
[ He wouldn't put it past Hong Lu to allow a friendly fistfight to start spiraling a bit out of control. Despite the other man's easy-going nature, his search for thrills would likely land him in a bit of trouble.
And then, indeed, there's Don Quixote.
Yi Sang exhales a bit as something clicks in his head. ]
The source of Vergilius' frustrations -- it is becoming apparent to me.
[ At times, he is simply too honest for his own good. ]
...the unnecessary altercations we are drawn into.
[ Physical altercations included, of course. He distinctly recalls the fact that, upon the Sinners' initial introductions, about half of them had tried to kill each other. And they'd succeeded. ]
[Not even a second later, Daan follows up with:] Yeah, that checks out.
I haven't known Hong Lu for long, but I've known Don for a few months. If the rest of you are as rambunctious in some way, I'd probably have his resting "fuck off" face too if I had to deal with a group like that every day.
[ Rambunctious? The adjective gives Yi Sang pause as he shuffles through the other Sinners' dispositions like a deck of cards. Rodion and Heathcliff could be described as such.
Oh, but Daan had specified "rambunctious in some way." In that case... yes, the rest of them could be considered as such, maybe outside of Meursault and Faust.
The silence is probably very telling. ]
A few months is sufficient. In fact, it is possible you have been acquainted with Don Quixote for a longer period of time than me.
...There's also something to be said about knowing someone in their true environment. For example, I've known Don longer than pretty much everyone else in my own world, but there are things they'd know about me than most would on account of what we've had to deal with.
Anyway. [Daan waves a hand dismissively.] That's neither here nor there. The point is, yeah, I could see the lot of you being the source of Vergilius' many headaches.
[It's more than that, Daan knows. Certainly the antics of the Sinners does not help, but he knows that the aches in Vergilius' heart goes on further and further.
[ Ouch, Yi Sang thinks, even though Daan isn't wrong and he'd arrived at that conclusion himself too.
His gaze studies Daan again. He'll have to stay out of trouble not just to reduce Vergilius' headaches, but to avoid causing unnecessary ones for Daan as well. There may yet be more people at risk of developing headaches any time he found himself in a Situation.
Daan is right. The residents of this City are strange, but not in a bad way.
Yi Sang's dark irises remain fixed on the doctor. "Many" headaches, he'd said, which actually puts a small, genuine smile on his face. He must be speaking with Vergilius extensively enough to know of those "headaches." ]
Then it is good that he has befriended a doctor to assist him with those ailments.
[ Whether he means the literal ailments, or simply because it's good to see Vergilius has a friend in Daan, he does not elaborate. ]
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[ Because it is. He, of all people, should know that much. ]
I shall be there shortly.
[ He heads straight to Daan's office. Yi Sang has learned his lesson, certain that this encounter will go a little better than the one before. He's been diligent about applying medicine daily, and, to his untrained eye, it really does look a lot better.
He's not a doctor though. That's why he's here.
Yi Sang knocks on the door, left hand still wrapped in bandages. He takes a small step back, awaiting an answer. ]
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This time, Daan is much less cold or irritable in his approach. There's more of that calm look in his eye, and he gives a nod to Yi Sang before gesturing him inside.]
Good of you to come.
[He wonders, absently, if Vergilius said anything to ensure that Yi Sang would behave more properly and see him for medical needs. Hard to say, but it is something he mulls over as he has the man come inside.]
Go ahead and have a seat in the examination room, and we'll have a look.
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Hopefully, he thinks, he'll never know.
He recalls the way to the examination room: first door to the left. Again, Yi Sang's shrugging his coat off and leaving it folded neatly on the extra chair in the room. The half-empty bottle of antibacterial lies nestled in its pocket.
He gives the padded chair a cursory inspection with a single glance before settling down in it. And once seated, he still looks around the examination room to check for anything dangerous, but he spends much less time checking compared to last time.
The unsettling associations are of no fault of Daan's. The doctor cannot help the fact that the last time Yi Sang sat in an examination chair was in the bowels of a Mirror Dungeon, cold metal clamped over his wrists as a needle sank into his flesh.
This isn't a Mirror Dungeon though, so he rests his hand on one of the armrests and waits. ]
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Love and courage, is what Kaveh told him. Love and courage are things he is made of. Good man, people will say. Kind man. Yet none of those aspects have ever been born out of naivete, but out of the knowledge that the world doesn't pity its inhabitants enough. And so: a hand to be held out, when none were ever given to him.
Daan is careful, ever gentle but firm with his touch as he peels off bandages, giving a satisfied hum. The injury isn't as red or swollen, no sign of infection. The little needle marks of a bite are scabbed and healing.]
That's more like it. [Daan sounds satisfied.] At this point, you might not even need a bandage anymore. Letting the wound air out will help with proper scabbing and healing.
Just don't do anything foolish with that hand of yours, will you?
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He nods, acknowledging the other man's instructions. ]
I will do so. ...shall I continue to apply the antibacterial?
[ All of Daan's advice thus far had worked very well, the medicine included. It doesn't look like there are any open wounds to risk reinfection, but that decision should be left to the expert.
Yi Sang glances down at his hand. ]
Yes, it must be in adequate condition if I am to assist you in the future.
[ It's a lot easier to remember to be careful when he has something concrete to latch onto. ]
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[Daan shrugs, looking unconcerned. The wound seems to be adequately healing and close to finishing.]
And I will look forward to that day, but also try to just take care of yourself so I don't have so much work to fuss over, hm?
[He disposes of the bandages, peeling off his gloves following.]
Are you settling into the city so far?
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Yi Sang returns his hand to his lap. It feels a little strange having it exposed to air after keeping it wrapped for the last few days. Briefly, he considers touching it, just to see what it feels like and remind himself of what a scab feels like.
It's been awhile, after all, since he's had one of those. ]
I believe so, yes. ...those I have met thus far have been quite kind to me.
[ He gifted a paper crane to a girl who looked a little lost, but seemed to regain her spirits at the sight of the bird. And -- ]
...I may have joined someone's choir.
[ It's never been easy for Yi Sang to say no to others. Again, he sinks back into his thoughts. What else was there? ]
Ah. I... have also said hello to Vergilius. He advised that I mind myself, but to seek your assistance in cases of emergency.
[ Advised, warned, same difference really. ]
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[Time and again, Daan has been surprised by them as well. The majority of the people here seem to want to help each other, and finding bonds has not been difficult, strangely enough.
If Daan can gain friends, family, and loved ones here, anyone can. That is what he thinks.]
Huh. A choir? Hopping right into the hobbies and clubs, I see. Well, it'll probably be good for you.
[Get out. Do things. That sort of thing. People do that, he thinks wryly.
There's a brief pause, because he does know that the two of them spoke. How could he not? Not that Yi Sang would know better. Still, he does not mention this.]
Good. Then you know I mean it when it comes from him. I've mended him, and I'll do the same for the rest of you.
I'd much rather not have to berate you and your ... hm. Coworkers? Friends? I actually don't know how you all feel about each other, but my door is open to all of you all the same.
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...I suppose it shall be a welcome distraction, given the futility of all efforts to leave this place.
[ And because they're all stranded here, it's... nice to know people are generally ready to lend a helping hand.
But the last time someone had called him a "friend," it was with a karambit's blade pointed at his neck. Or... had it been in that white hall, tile floor frigid against his bare feet? Maybe it was last uttered with that person's final breath as Yi Sang drove his blade into their chest, finally freeing them from the birdcage of their mutuals pasts.
Thinking of that term still stings a bit, like a fresh wound ready to begin healing. ]
They are my... coworkers, yes. Colleagues. But given enough time, perhaps they may become my companions.
[ Small steps, he thinks. After all, he's only recently remembered his desire for connections had always existed within him. It was always there from the start. He'd simply forgotten along the way.
Yi Sang studies Daan for a moment, as though he were inspecting the condition of his own tools. ]
...does your desire to assist us stem from your friendship with Vergilius?
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[Fair enough about the coworkers statement. Similarly, Daan would not call the other contestants friends, either. Necessary comrades in the state they were in, stuck in the Termina Festival. He didn't dislike any of them; really, he even liked them all, but ultimately it wasn't the bond he had with, say, Heine or something.
At the question, Daan shrugs, appearing indifferent.]
Maybe a little. [Maybe a lot.] Ultimately, it's more because your medical choices are exceedingly slim. So if you don't come to me, where the hell are you gonna go while your manager isn't here?
[Daan also chronically has issues ignoring the plights of others, but it's hardly a subject he needs to discuss!]
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Daan's insistence on receiving everyone when they are injured reminds him of a man with chronic issues with ignoring the plights of animals. Those memories have Yi Sang glancing down at his hand, gazing at the small bite marks on his hand.
...they look a little like the marks a kitten's teeth might leave. It's a mark he recalls that man often wore, depending on how irritated their workshop's cat felt that day.
He clenches his hands, nails digging into his palms to resist the temptation of picking at the scab. That's right; without Dante, every bruise, every scar, would leave traces behind even after healing over. ]
...that is a reasonable response. I have heard that people occasionally go missing here, and thus we would be in some trouble if you were to vanish without a trace.
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...That is something that comes to mind, sometimes.
[The big picture: how would the rest of the city fair? If Shoko was still here, they could get by, but what then? And thus, Binah's suggestion itches his mind.
The smaller picture: how Daan's disappearance might impact Vergilius. Oh, the Red Gaze would manage, of course he would, but Daan would rather maul himself a thousand times before even dreaming to hurt the other man in such a way.]
So I'm thinking of taking on an apprentice or two. I'd be a terrible teacher, but there aren't many options, are there.
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He is beginning to understand why Vergilius trusts this man's word. ]
Patience is a valuable asset for an educator.
[ As is Daan's desire to pass on his knowledge for the benefit of the City's residents'. That, alone, speaks volumes. ]
...perhaps my words do not carry much weight, but I believe you would be more than capable of effectively sharing your knowledge.
[ It's just a hunch from someone who might have been a teacher in some other lifetime. ]
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He'd been afraid of becoming a father, because of his own childhood. Hardly much of an example to work off of, after all. And the only example of a mentor he has in mind is one who had been obsessive, stern, and cold. Daan would loathe to be like that as well.
Bleeding heart, Binah called him. Made of love and courage, Kaveh said.
Kind. Good.]
Well. It's neither here nor there, yet. I'd actually have to find an apprentice that not only wants to learn, but is capable of it. Those can be two very different things.
...But thank you, Yi Sang.
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Given your trade, it seems likely that you shall become acquainted with a variety of personalities. Surely, there shall be proper candidates, even if you are unable to locate an ideal one.
[ Very few things are truly considered impossible to Yi Sang. Very few things are truly considered impossible to someone who's glimpsed into the the realm of potentials.
He wears a pensive expression as he observes the thoughtful look on the doctor's face. ]
Perhaps you may wish to begin with offering basic medical training, both to assess your teaching abilities and to begin spreading rudimentary knowledge throughout the City.
[ Trying to wrack his brain for solutions, ironically, is what puts Yi Sang at ease. His words come a little freer as he ponders what he perceives to be a puzzle laid before him. ]
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Thankfully, I'm ahead of you there. I've been having classes on the weekends to train people in exactly that. Though I did it because I felt like it would help people and lower my case load than making it also a method to find a good apprentice.
[There's a moment of consideration, then he adds:] For the record, maybe you should join in. Just in case you get an injury like this one again, or even similar.
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Of course, for that would be a sensible solution.
[ Great minds think alike? Maybe?
Yi Sang's expression goes from thoughtful to sheepish. Ideally, he won't end up with the exact same injury. Bite him once, shame on the plant. Bite him twice, shame on him. ]
I intend to avoid straying too close to the poison garden's carnivorous plants. ...but you are correct. It would be best to learn how to mitigate injuries in the event that an accident occurs, to minimize damage until you have the opportunity to treat them properly.
[ And it would be good to know, given how much trouble he anticipates Don Quixote and Hong Lu may run into. Sinclair, blessedly, tends to be more careful.
So he nods. It's nice to learn new things not only to keep his mind busy, but to scratch his ever-present itch for information. ]
Are those classes held here, at your office...?
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[There's a nod at the question.]
For now, until I have a proper clinic. I usually do classes on the weekend, and I'll make sure to let you know when during the day I'll be starting them.
Hardly intricate as surgeries, but it'll be basic knowledge so you know how to take care of yourself and others. Which will be helpful to you and your colleagues alike.
[He knows Don Quixote is reckless, after all.]
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[ ...what day of the week is it today anyways? Yi Sang makes a small note to himself to hunt down a calendar. ]
Certainly, that basic knowledge will be sufficient. ...for instance, I believe Hong Lu has acquired a penchant for sparring with another new resident of the City.
[ He wouldn't put it past Hong Lu to allow a friendly fistfight to start spiraling a bit out of control. Despite the other man's easy-going nature, his search for thrills would likely land him in a bit of trouble.
And then, indeed, there's Don Quixote.
Yi Sang exhales a bit as something clicks in his head. ]
The source of Vergilius' frustrations -- it is becoming apparent to me.
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[he had to nag Vergilius to fix up his hand, for example!]
Oh? The source of his frustrations, is it. And what would that be?
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...the unnecessary altercations we are drawn into.
[ Physical altercations included, of course. He distinctly recalls the fact that, upon the Sinners' initial introductions, about half of them had tried to kill each other. And they'd succeeded. ]
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[Not even a second later, Daan follows up with:] Yeah, that checks out.
I haven't known Hong Lu for long, but I've known Don for a few months. If the rest of you are as rambunctious in some way, I'd probably have his resting "fuck off" face too if I had to deal with a group like that every day.
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Oh, but Daan had specified "rambunctious in some way." In that case... yes, the rest of them could be considered as such, maybe outside of Meursault and Faust.
The silence is probably very telling. ]
A few months is sufficient. In fact, it is possible you have been acquainted with Don Quixote for a longer period of time than me.
[ Actually, now that he thinks about it... ]
I have not known Hong Lu for very long either.
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Anyway. [Daan waves a hand dismissively.] That's neither here nor there. The point is, yeah, I could see the lot of you being the source of Vergilius' many headaches.
[It's more than that, Daan knows. Certainly the antics of the Sinners does not help, but he knows that the aches in Vergilius' heart goes on further and further.
But that isn't something to share.]
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His gaze studies Daan again. He'll have to stay out of trouble not just to reduce Vergilius' headaches, but to avoid causing unnecessary ones for Daan as well. There may yet be more people at risk of developing headaches any time he found himself in a Situation.
Daan is right. The residents of this City are strange, but not in a bad way.
Yi Sang's dark irises remain fixed on the doctor. "Many" headaches, he'd said, which actually puts a small, genuine smile on his face. He must be speaking with Vergilius extensively enough to know of those "headaches." ]
Then it is good that he has befriended a doctor to assist him with those ailments.
[ Whether he means the literal ailments, or simply because it's good to see Vergilius has a friend in Daan, he does not elaborate. ]
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