[With eyebrows raised, Chilton took in what Sai was saying. By his estimation, he was looking at the victim of an outright cult -- and one highly adept at psychic driving. The very fact that Sai could integrate into larger society from that with such relatively minor difficulty (for Chilton wouldn't accuse the young man of perfect social graces) spoke deeply to Sai's resilience.
Of course... Identity forged well after the fact was all the more malleable. And, as according to the youth himself, Sai was not even his real name.]
Good of your teammates, at least. [A soft murmur, one just shy of pity. Chilton guessed that pity would be distasteful.] However superfluous they might seem, gestures of attention often translate into caring. It was really quite good of your teammates.
[And by that same implication, good of Chilton himself.]
I will leave that invitation open, Sai. If ever you want to discuss what happened to do in length, if ever you need someone to listen.
[Chilton shrugged, lightly, trying hard not to put pressure on his words.]
[Chilton' motivations in wanting to speak further with him, however, are not quite so clear. Hence:]
To what end? If you wish to fulfill more of your interest in me as a...psychiatrist [the pronunciation is just slightly stilted, as of one saying a new word for the first time, but otherwise almost perfectly produced in imitation of how Chilton himself had said it.], we could continue this conversation now.
[But otherwise, he sees no real point.]
Although, I'm still uncertain what it is you expect me to say about it.
You'll need time to rest up. [Chilton was mindful of the nursing staff, some of who had passed along the hallway of the room's open door. He was sure that he hadn't imagined their animosity, given how much time he was taking away from their rightful patient and his need to heal.] And -- I hope -- that time will allow you to contemplate your emotions, and your cognitive reaction to your feelings. After all... I am confident that you have feelings, Sai.
[As Chilton made his way to the opened door, he threw back a look. It wasn't one forged in pity, but it was reactive. He searched for any reaction from Sai's face, anything that he could mirror in response.]
I only want what is healthiest for you. Mentally speaking. [A beat, and he offered a grin.] You know how to contact me.
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daimeinashi) wrote2014-11-02 03:59 pm
no worries!
Of course... Identity forged well after the fact was all the more malleable. And, as according to the youth himself, Sai was not even his real name.]
Good of your teammates, at least. [A soft murmur, one just shy of pity. Chilton guessed that pity would be distasteful.] However superfluous they might seem, gestures of attention often translate into caring. It was really quite good of your teammates.
[And by that same implication, good of Chilton himself.]
I will leave that invitation open, Sai. If ever you want to discuss what happened to do in length, if ever you need someone to listen.
[Chilton shrugged, lightly, trying hard not to put pressure on his words.]
My office door is open.
no subject
[Chilton' motivations in wanting to speak further with him, however, are not quite so clear. Hence:]
To what end? If you wish to fulfill more of your interest in me as a...psychiatrist [the pronunciation is just slightly stilted, as of one saying a new word for the first time, but otherwise almost perfectly produced in imitation of how Chilton himself had said it.], we could continue this conversation now.
[But otherwise, he sees no real point.]
Although, I'm still uncertain what it is you expect me to say about it.
no subject
[As Chilton made his way to the opened door, he threw back a look. It wasn't one forged in pity, but it was reactive. He searched for any reaction from Sai's face, anything that he could mirror in response.]
I only want what is healthiest for you. Mentally speaking. [A beat, and he offered a grin.] You know how to contact me.