Disciplinary Therapy Room 2 [M-U for Axel]
Some believed soldiers weren't supposed to feel. All that training, that hammering of ideals into their heads... To make them emotionless, desensitized, so they would never, ever hesitate.
There were some flaws to that particular brand of thinking, however. Or so this doctor thought, at least. He had engaged in his fair share of arguments on the subject. From what he knew of his Organization XIII, their lack of feeling had done them little to no good in the face of a boy who perhaps felt too much.
Then again, wasn't this one an exception? The man glanced down at his unconscious subject, that wild red hair accented by the markings beneath his eyes. He had turned his back on his kin, had perhaps come the closest out of all of them to really feeling.
All he needed was a little extra push. He had no idea if his theory would be a complete success, but that was the point of science. You experimented, you tried things out, and even if the first time it didn't work, there was always the next attempt. There were thirteen of them, after all, and while he had no idea if he'd get any more assigned to him, there was always hope.
"Come on, Axel," he said, nudging the patient's shoulder. "Time to wake up."
There were some flaws to that particular brand of thinking, however. Or so this doctor thought, at least. He had engaged in his fair share of arguments on the subject. From what he knew of his Organization XIII, their lack of feeling had done them little to no good in the face of a boy who perhaps felt too much.
Then again, wasn't this one an exception? The man glanced down at his unconscious subject, that wild red hair accented by the markings beneath his eyes. He had turned his back on his kin, had perhaps come the closest out of all of them to really feeling.
All he needed was a little extra push. He had no idea if his theory would be a complete success, but that was the point of science. You experimented, you tried things out, and even if the first time it didn't work, there was always the next attempt. There were thirteen of them, after all, and while he had no idea if he'd get any more assigned to him, there was always hope.
"Come on, Axel," he said, nudging the patient's shoulder. "Time to wake up."