Day 20: Dr. Crane's Office [Doctor's Office 1]

[damned_doctors]

At least Crane felt he was more prepared for the second group. Files could only tell you so much, after all, and he hadn't expected the attitudes that some of them had had. But people were people, all different and firm in the belief that they weren't insane. Crane figured he just needed to get used to doing therapy again. Anything fairly recent

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[explosives_r_us]

“Why…? Why-oh-why…” the crow demon mused, slowly lowering his gaze once more, “Why, indeed. To tell you would be a long course of a story in itself…” he chuckled, more than willing to share ‘why’ without being the least bit wary, “Death is but a beginning to something greater-something more beautiful, for it is the only thing that this worthless life promises…”

Placing his hands upon each arm of the chair, Karasu gently shoved himself up and out of his seat, taking one small step off to the side, facing away from Crane before daring to continue, “I have always thought it so painful… the mortal life; how worthless, how short it is and yet still so lovely. The form of one so beautiful aging into time and becoming one with the dust on the ground,” he paused, raising a hand up to his chest and making a tight fist, “… So painful-to watch a dearly beloved waste away… a mortal with a shorter life. Where is the beauty in that? It can never remain, nor will the picture or the memory that once filled a lonely heart with such joy… such… love,” he said through a whisper, almost sounding as though he was in the deepest depths of sorrow.

Almost. However, his amused tone over-powered any hopes that he was speaking the truth of such sorrow. “One can never preserve time or the people in it…” he continued, his head bowed as he took a few more steps off to the side to where he could suggestively trace his fingers along the doctor’s desk, “…so one must end it. End it all and preserve the remaining memory… The memory of true beauty, of elegance, and of youth…”

[damned_doctors]

'Long course of a story,' indeed. Crane briefly thought that maybe Karasu just liked hearing himself talk, but that thought was quickly forgotten in lieu of being wary that he was up and walking around now. And yet, what the other man was saying made a strange amount of sense, though Crane doubted he would ever admit it; he liked to believe he was better than that line of thinking.

Insane criminal mind. Just keep remembering that, he thought to himself before continuing hesitantly. "When did you first...begin to think this way?"

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[explosives_r_us]

Karasu hardly had to pause or even think of how to answer. It all came so quickly to him; so quickly that it nearly scared the part of him that actually desired to be sane-if there was any part. “It would seem that I can not recall such a time that I didn’t think in such a way…” he answered, continuing to drag his fingers along the edge of the desk after each slow step that he took.

“…however, there must have been one time-one time. A rather brief point in my life that my mind was able to handle the pain, but never again after it had ceased to burn like the hottest flame,” he chuckled, placing his fingertip at the end corner of the desk, as he stopped and then looked up with the same cold, malicious eyes to meet Crane’s gaze; to grab his attention and see to it that he was listening well.

“After then-I found that there was only one solution to my problem... one solution that would cease my bleeding heart and allow me to carry on further.”

[damned_doctors]

Crane met the other man's gaze without flinching or trying to look elsewhere. That would be showing some sort of weakness that, though he was becoming more engrossed with what Karasu was saying and not paying too much attention to his own actions, he wouldn't allow himself to do. His attention had been grabbed back when they started.

"And this is the result," he said when it seemed the other man was done speaking. Out of all the homicidal patients he'd interacted with, this was certainly one of the more fascinating ones. Or rather, what he was saying held a sort of morbid and somewhat uneasy fascination for Crane. "And what will happen once you're able to deal with your 'beloved', as you put it? Or rather, since you say you died, what would have happened?"