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It appears I have a student intern starting Monday morning. He sounded competent enough to be worth the consideration. My last assistant brought tea in while I was in surgery. Simpleton. The patient survived, my patience did not.
I will be in the office all weekend preparing for the upcoming week and gathering training tools for the newest member of my practice. Should there be any emergencies, the doors will be unlocked.
[Private]
My research has been slowed yet again, I did learn that while the marks are outward manifestations of the infection, the mark itself is not contagious, nor is the anima infection. I never will have to graft a bit of mark to myself, which was quite painful. Nothing resulted save a waste of time and rather rough looking wound and hematoma after I removed it. The subject- C1974 is still alive but heavily sedated. Perhaps if this weekend goes well my research can continue.
It does not help matters that my mind has been elsewhere with concerns over Atobe. He acted strangely at the ball, even considering the wine. He had been by and seems tense. I fear he may be suffering some severe stress, most of which is due to his own folly and the need to check up on me, as though I need some sort of supervision.
Still the fact he told me to go to hell- that really did put a damper on the ball for me. And has been bothering me since. Perhaps there is a hell, and since my path and research is so clear, some day I am certain that is my residence. Maybe the Guinea Pig was right, he was a human once- so perhaps he still had a human soul....