[Biostatistics doesn't do much for that either. But it has probably come up with Remi in discussion in a lab at least once that Ione came from a war-torn world and was working as a doctor in places that were literally exploding, so she really is being genuinely sympathetic here!]
Ione, also one of those people -- a researcher of many things, a naive and gentle soul who wants to use science purely to aid, who has been burned by this utterly more than once and become bitter -- has been silent, because she has been trying to balance listening and feeling.
When psych surgery comes up, just those words have her moving a hand to the top of her head; a slightly trembling hand, so it's very good that no one is looking at her. The quasi-immortal, really just very long lived, competent adult who was once a little girl whose brain had to be shielded and tinkered with a little bit. But the hand lowers, and she bites the edge of her lip, watching.
Dropping the listening a little bit, raising the feeling, but she doesn't offer to remove a glove. If they need her and not just Sulen, someone else will know, someone less emotional. But she's got enough control of her concentration and expression to be giving Remi a sympathetic look. One that's understanding, to some extent. The idea of contact with another version of oneself is something she's trying to not think about.
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Re: A Second Interview (Paging Remi, Ione, Sulen, Xiulan, and Sasha)
Date: 2020-02-04 02:45 pm (UTC)Ione, also one of those people -- a researcher of many things, a naive and gentle soul who wants to use science purely to aid, who has been burned by this utterly more than once and become bitter -- has been silent, because she has been trying to balance listening and feeling.
When psych surgery comes up, just those words have her moving a hand to the top of her head; a slightly trembling hand, so it's very good that no one is looking at her. The quasi-immortal, really just very long lived, competent adult who was once a little girl whose brain had to be shielded and tinkered with a little bit. But the hand lowers, and she bites the edge of her lip, watching.
Dropping the listening a little bit, raising the feeling, but she doesn't offer to remove a glove. If they need her and not just Sulen, someone else will know, someone less emotional. But she's got enough control of her concentration and expression to be giving Remi a sympathetic look. One that's understanding, to some extent. The idea of contact with another version of oneself is something she's trying to not think about.