[Desperate hope flares bright, but fades just as quickly. His face freezes as it hits him. What do either of them know about nanites? Tetsuo barely understands the 'small machines in your blood' bit, let alone how that lets them do anything;it's unlikely Kaneda knows more. Nanites are an unsolvable mystery as humiliating and frustrating as the brand on his wrist. Neither will ever go away. Both brand him forever as too many things he hates...
He shoves that wrist back against the wall. To mess with nanites, they'd need someone who could. And someone who could...
...
Tetsuo looks back down again, fighting down a growing uneasy feeling. Memories of another, plainer room. White sheets, white curtains, white-clad strangers with neither answers or compassion...]
Look...
I've been screwed up enough already. [It was hard to get worse than 'dying'... but he was certain they could find a way.] So you better not make it any worse...
[He doesn't really get back up for a while, milling questions around in his mind.
Eventually, he finds himself listing over to the side. His eyes definitely hurt by now from being awake too long. One arm shoots out to brace himself from falling over, then tenses to shove his body up to standing again. He takes as few shuffling steps towards the bed as possible, dropping face-first onto it.
Just far enough onto his side to narrowly miss hitting Kaneda.]
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So if we find a way to alter the ones in you so they---I don't know. Stabilize....
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....
[Desperate hope flares bright, but fades just as quickly. His face freezes as it hits him. What do either of them know about nanites? Tetsuo barely understands the 'small machines in your blood' bit, let alone how that lets them do anything;it's unlikely Kaneda knows more. Nanites are an unsolvable mystery as humiliating and frustrating as the brand on his wrist. Neither will ever go away. Both brand him forever as too many things he hates...
He shoves that wrist back against the wall. To mess with nanites, they'd need someone who could. And someone who could...
...
Tetsuo looks back down again, fighting down a growing uneasy feeling. Memories of another, plainer room. White sheets, white curtains, white-clad strangers with neither answers or compassion...]
Look...
I've been screwed up enough already. [It was hard to get worse than 'dying'... but he was certain they could find a way.] So you better not make it any worse...
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[It's a morbid smile, looking up at the ceiling idly.]
But--
[He pats his hips, resting his hands there as he meanders his way back to the bed, slowly starting to climb back onto it.]
As someone who's probably screwed you up, I'll try not to make it worse.
I'll look into it.
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[He sighs out in a long exhale, looking to the door, to his fishtank, back to the floor. And breathes.
In. Then out.]
Oi, Kaneda... you..
["Thanks."]
Tell me everything you find out. I don't care how bad it is. I gotta know.
["Still thanks, but I have no fucking clue how to say it."]
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Yeah, yeah...don't worry, nothing secret when it comes to this.
[He sounds sleepy, as Dalish hops up on the bed and makes herself comfortable on his stomach.]
But for now...don't sweat it, okay?
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[He doesn't really get back up for a while, milling questions around in his mind.
Eventually, he finds himself listing over to the side. His eyes definitely hurt by now from being awake too long. One arm shoots out to brace himself from falling over, then tenses to shove his body up to standing again. He takes as few shuffling steps towards the bed as possible, dropping face-first onto it.
Just far enough onto his side to narrowly miss hitting Kaneda.]