Daedalus was surprised. Surprise was not often a good thing. It meant a miscalculation, or the lack of calculation, and he strived to be above either
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Although the girl known as Dolores (or Anise, depending on one’s perspective) was more than she presented herself to be, Daedalus didn’t entirely believe she’d be one of the patients to lash out aggressively--and hence bear the more severe punishment, including solitary, which would effectively cancel their session. Anyway, guilty or not, she was young, and inflicting physical suffering on her would be a bit… extreme
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He gave a noncommittal hum that managed to convey a touch of inquiry. Has it? He could have pressed her denial by bringing up what had been told him in plain by other patients, and Daedalus didn’t think confidentiality or the lack thereof would stigmatize him too greatly.
The hum trailed off she brought up her wounds of her own accord. “Yes,” Daedalus said, sitting back in his seat, “I usually get notes of some form about those sorts of things. How did this wound happen?”
Ack. He was asking her? Anise was hoping he'd tell her what he knew first!
"Um... it was just, you know, me being clumsy," Anise hastily replied. She tried to play off any awkwardness in her tone as being from the embarrassment of admitting to being so clumsy. Besides, she really couldn't give any kind of explanation to Daedalus without knowing what those notes of his had told him. If she said anything to contradict his files, he'd know for sure she was lying.
The most she could do was guess that it was reported as an accident. A nurse had hinted before that one of Anise's previous injuries had been 'self-inflicted,' but that excuse probably wouldn't work for an injury that Anise couldn't reach very well. It was probably safe to bet on it being an 'accident.'
The patients had reasons for their deceptions. He saw that. Landel’s Institute was overwhelmed with deceptions, big and small. He saw that, too, and could see a lot more because perception was the key to grasping the world. Maintaining prolonged duplicity like this girl would probably attempt to do if he should let her was a rather difficult task, however, and it growing thinner before both of their eyes.
This time, Daedalus did give a voice to his skepticism. “Was it?” he wondered gently. “I haven’t gotten the impression you’re especially clumsy.” The way he watched her, waiting patiently for how she would respond, made it obvious enough that he wasn’t convinced of her easiness regarding her dismissing of the subject--or, deeper down, of her ignorance toward her real understanding of what had happened.
Lying and concealing were two different actions, and Daedalus could tell the difference.
It was hard to tell if Daedalus was trying to make her feel better, or if he was trying to make her admit to something. Anise was quiet for a moment, eying him curiously.
It wasn't long, however, before her expression shifted back into that sheepish smile. "Eheh. I guess I've just been out of my element here." That was at least partially true, anyway. Being on a whole other planet made for a pretty jarring experience. The answer she gave wasn't exactly informative, though. Anise just hoped she could brush off the doctor's curiosity without making it too obvious that she honestly didn't know what the nurses had said about her injury.
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The hum trailed off she brought up her wounds of her own accord. “Yes,” Daedalus said, sitting back in his seat, “I usually get notes of some form about those sorts of things. How did this wound happen?”
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"Um... it was just, you know, me being clumsy," Anise hastily replied. She tried to play off any awkwardness in her tone as being from the embarrassment of admitting to being so clumsy. Besides, she really couldn't give any kind of explanation to Daedalus without knowing what those notes of his had told him. If she said anything to contradict his files, he'd know for sure she was lying.
The most she could do was guess that it was reported as an accident. A nurse had hinted before that one of Anise's previous injuries had been 'self-inflicted,' but that excuse probably wouldn't work for an injury that Anise couldn't reach very well. It was probably safe to bet on it being an 'accident.'
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This time, Daedalus did give a voice to his skepticism. “Was it?” he wondered gently. “I haven’t gotten the impression you’re especially clumsy.” The way he watched her, waiting patiently for how she would respond, made it obvious enough that he wasn’t convinced of her easiness regarding her dismissing of the subject--or, deeper down, of her ignorance toward her real understanding of what had happened.
Lying and concealing were two different actions, and Daedalus could tell the difference.
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It wasn't long, however, before her expression shifted back into that sheepish smile. "Eheh. I guess I've just been out of my element here." That was at least partially true, anyway. Being on a whole other planet made for a pretty jarring experience. The answer she gave wasn't exactly informative, though. Anise just hoped she could brush off the doctor's curiosity without making it too obvious that she honestly didn't know what the nurses had said about her injury.
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