Who: Shiroe and Daedalus. When: Monday morning. Where: Ye olde Diner. Summary: There are ... a lot of things they need to talk on. Especially after the cherry blossoms. Warnings: Anger and general unhappiness.
"I'm the wrong person to make that argument with, Shiroe." Daedalus laughs, leaning back in his seat with a slow shake of his head. While others might have that sort of reservation, he was inclined to push past all of that- just as the interns at the hospital took their time in coming around to the idea of some Twenty-Year-Old newcomer hopping into last-stage residency as entry level (jealousy!) "I was finishing up my license for practice, around your age."
Aren't I a bit young?
He looked the boy up and down, wistful, remembering when he was in his early teens, pushed through all the regimens and training programs, called the brightest star that Romdeau had to offer, given access to classified files, placed for exceptional things, important projects, handed the keys to all life in the dome in passcodes and retinal scans that would someday identify him alone as 'Medical Chief Daedalus'. Told to preserve their secret hope. Daedalus fostered a future, thought he was inheriting a grand legacy-
How young, yes, and idealistic he'd been, so early on! Before he'd had the chance to sort out truth from lies, and the limitations of human agency from fate. There was enough cleverness in Shiroe's eyes, sharp and insightful and with so much more vivacity than his own... Daedalus wondered if, like Re-l, and with a better understanding of awakened emotion than himself, Shiroe Rei Seki was mapped out to be better than himself, enduring.
It was his hope. A faith worth spending every monday at nine and a 22% tip on, to be sure their booth would be kept free for the following week.
"No." He shakes his head, leaning forward, elbows sliding onto the edge of the table. "Just say (in all modesty) that you're brilliant." There's a smug edge of pride in his voice there, warmed. "If you can be mature about your tasks, it doesn't matter how old or young you are. If you tell them you're immortal, they'll never offer you health benefits or pension plans!"
Aren't I a bit young?
He looked the boy up and down, wistful, remembering when he was in his early teens, pushed through all the regimens and training programs, called the brightest star that Romdeau had to offer, given access to classified files, placed for exceptional things, important projects, handed the keys to all life in the dome in passcodes and retinal scans that would someday identify him alone as 'Medical Chief Daedalus'. Told to preserve their secret hope. Daedalus fostered a future, thought he was inheriting a grand legacy-
How young, yes, and idealistic he'd been, so early on! Before he'd had the chance to sort out truth from lies, and the limitations of human agency from fate. There was enough cleverness in Shiroe's eyes, sharp and insightful and with so much more vivacity than his own... Daedalus wondered if, like Re-l, and with a better understanding of awakened emotion than himself, Shiroe Rei Seki was mapped out to be better than himself, enduring.
It was his hope. A faith worth spending every monday at nine and a 22% tip on, to be sure their booth would be kept free for the following week.
"No." He shakes his head, leaning forward, elbows sliding onto the edge of the table. "Just say (in all modesty) that you're brilliant." There's a smug edge of pride in his voice there, warmed. "If you can be mature about your tasks, it doesn't matter how old or young you are. If you tell them you're immortal, they'll never offer you health benefits or pension plans!"
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