07-13-2018, 06:07 PM
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Washington's experience with medics and scientists would disgust Imperia. How could one dedicate themselves to a profession of healing and innovation while possessing no empathy for the ones whose lives are in their hands? It is an abuse of their power and the sacred trust between doctor and patient. A doctor is selfless and loyal. A doctor is someone who can be trusted in the most dire of situations. At least, that is how it should be. The universe has rules, rules which are necessary for the preservation of life. Life cannot exist in a lawless place without ethics or morals. Bodies will pile up, more and more until there is a backup of souls on the Wheel. Rules exist to preserve the balance of the universe. And doctors nullify the imbalance of suffering. That is why Imperia possesses such an extreme interest in learning the art of healing. In her experience, she has witnessed many who threaten to throw the world into imbalance so she takes it upon herself to at least try to put some good back into the world.
Imperia makes note of Washington's confusion, and finds herself smiling in faint amusement. It's kind of adorable how uncomfortable he is with the world. It makes her wonder about where he comes from. A place without magic, without using plants to heal, a place where people wear armor and take orders from one another. What she imagines is a lawless place where people kill for a living. How paradoxical. But it is clear that wherever he comes from, it has damaged him in some way. And not just him, but Carolina and Caboose and Church. She wishes they would tell her what was wrong--perhaps she could help. But it is not any of her business, so she will not pry if they do not want her to know. One of these days, if she is lucky, perhaps she can convince them to trust her. "In a way, yes," she replies, smiling a bit as he shuffles a bit closer. It's small, but it's progress. "There are many plants which can be used to promote healing and stave off infections. Others help with headaches or anxiety. It's not magic." Imperia remembers him talking about the titanium alloy of which his armor is made. Washington made a comment that she would not understand, which makes the girl suspect that wherever he comes from, her world must be mindbogglingly backwards.
Imperia makes note of Washington's confusion, and finds herself smiling in faint amusement. It's kind of adorable how uncomfortable he is with the world. It makes her wonder about where he comes from. A place without magic, without using plants to heal, a place where people wear armor and take orders from one another. What she imagines is a lawless place where people kill for a living. How paradoxical. But it is clear that wherever he comes from, it has damaged him in some way. And not just him, but Carolina and Caboose and Church. She wishes they would tell her what was wrong--perhaps she could help. But it is not any of her business, so she will not pry if they do not want her to know. One of these days, if she is lucky, perhaps she can convince them to trust her. "In a way, yes," she replies, smiling a bit as he shuffles a bit closer. It's small, but it's progress. "There are many plants which can be used to promote healing and stave off infections. Others help with headaches or anxiety. It's not magic." Imperia remembers him talking about the titanium alloy of which his armor is made. Washington made a comment that she would not understand, which makes the girl suspect that wherever he comes from, her world must be mindbogglingly backwards.