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[tongueamok]

Hello, this is Carlisle. I mean, it's not Carlisle as in I'm actually answering you right now, so if you're trying to reply to me at the second, you should probably save your breath because I'm not really here. This is some kind of a recording of my voice, but this is my communicator. I'm going to assume these devices are as common here as they are in other places — not my world, but others, ones more technologically advanced than where I come from— so if you'd like to leave me a message, then you may do so here, or er... Right. Here is fine. So just leave yo— [beep]

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[tongueamok]

[Even when speaking to one of the people who broke the murdercave, Carlisle thinks of himself and his own actions as worse in some way. He'll figure out one day that all the woes of the universe do not revolve around him.

His eyes flick to her and he stiffens ever so slightly, as though that was a question he'd been hoping he'd never be asked.]

Ah, that... would require me to go to the clinic and deal with, er. People. I've found through my travels that I don't handle strangers terribly well. [Or the unknown. Or anything remotely stressful, really.]

[dedikated]

[ ONE DAY...

The answer gives her brief pause. Okay, that... actually makes sense. Some healers weren't healers if that makes sense - no one would ever ask Faith to go into healing, not because she wasn't good at it, but because she is far better as a figurehead. And some people just don't suit the atmosphere.

Still. She's wondering. Maybe. And that makes her fall silent a lot longer. Could she remember the schematics? Not for the massive thing that left her power exhausted, but the smaller ones - the theoreticals that Dagny discarded because they don't need to waste their powers on something first aid can handle. ]

... Have to learn one day. [ Like she had to learn to not throw up at the sight of blood. ]

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[As much as Carlisle appreciates moments of silence, that pause of Kate's unsettles him, mostly because he can practically see the gears turning in her head. He's not sure he wants to know exactly what goes on up there, especially when the topic is a subject of discomfort already.

But at least they're not talking about his transgressions anymore. That's an improvement.]

I suppose I will. Either that, or people will likely take it upon themselves to show up at my door with hardly a warning in the hopes of acclimating me to the presence of strangers.

[Kate.]

[dedikated]

[ #YOLO ] Dunno what you're talking about. [ There. Isn't snarking much better? ]

[tongueamok]

If course you don't.

[Said in the flattest tone possible.]

[dedikated]

[ yes. well.

moving on. ] Feeling any better? [ she has, at least, pushed away enough of that guilt that she can stamp down on the stupid ones that want to come out - the ones about cheating on boyfriends she had when she was 15, using fake IDs, those things. ]

[tongueamok]

A little, I suppose.

[Though another swig from his flask would make him feel even better. Just going to take that now and wish it would refill faster. Not that he doesn't have a few things he pilfered from the bar in his kitchen.]

Well, if you do have anyone grievously injured at the clinic at any point, I suppose you could call me as a last resort. It is a long walk down those stairs.

[Mr. Helpful right here.]

[dedikated]

Great. [ That's as genuine a thanks as you're gonna get for that offer, Carlisle. Jeez. ] S'pose I should get going.

[tongueamok]

Right.

[He gets to his feet to let her out all proper-like.]

Should you need me, or, ah... have burdens and are in need of a listening ear, you know where I am.

[Unfortunately.].

[dedikated]

[ eyebrow. rising. at you. ] Sure. [ can you say one word and somehow sound like you mean 'same, you too, ok?' because somehow Kate's tone implies it. ] See you around.

[ or in a few days. ]