[He wouldn’t be the only one lacking an imagination for what perfection—real perfection—might look like. Gavial’s had plenty of time to consider what the end-goal here should look like, taking into account how long she’s been here now. And the broad strokes are easy to paint: no originium, no oripathy, no more of the stupid attitudes leading to conflicts… But the details? The broader implications for the world at large? Hell if she knows. She’s beginning to think it might be a ‘wait and see’ kind of thing by necessity.
She’s got plenty to consider in the here and now anyway, including the question he brings up next. While her posture remains fairly laid back, there’s enough subtle tells that she’s putting real consideration into this; her fidgeting stops, her tail stills at her side.]
Me, personally? I’m not one to give up easy. Patient’s got the real say if they can make it, but if there’s a fighting chance I tend to take it if they’re willing. Especially for those I tend to on the battlefield, but sometimes you just learn to see the signs, I guess.
[It’s a complicated hypothetical to begin with, but the realities of the world she came from and the work she did made it even more so—both on the field and on the landship. Oripathy could move swiftly, and the dead don’t often get the luxury of remaining undisturbed for long, considering necessary quarantine procedures.]
As for moving on… [She sighs as she half-shrugs a shoulder.] It’s tough and it sucks, but I don’t know. I guess knowing it’s an inevitability for a lot of my patients has kind of let me brace for it. And the work doesn’t stop, there’s always someone else who needs help too. So I can’t let it stop me, y’know?
[And maybe part of it is coming to terms with it herself, having the same terminal condition most of her patients did. It’s inevitable, but they don’t have to let that ruin the time they still have.]
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She’s got plenty to consider in the here and now anyway, including the question he brings up next. While her posture remains fairly laid back, there’s enough subtle tells that she’s putting real consideration into this; her fidgeting stops, her tail stills at her side.]
Me, personally? I’m not one to give up easy. Patient’s got the real say if they can make it, but if there’s a fighting chance I tend to take it if they’re willing. Especially for those I tend to on the battlefield, but sometimes you just learn to see the signs, I guess.
[It’s a complicated hypothetical to begin with, but the realities of the world she came from and the work she did made it even more so—both on the field and on the landship. Oripathy could move swiftly, and the dead don’t often get the luxury of remaining undisturbed for long, considering necessary quarantine procedures.]
As for moving on… [She sighs as she half-shrugs a shoulder.] It’s tough and it sucks, but I don’t know. I guess knowing it’s an inevitability for a lot of my patients has kind of let me brace for it. And the work doesn’t stop, there’s always someone else who needs help too. So I can’t let it stop me, y’know?
[And maybe part of it is coming to terms with it herself, having the same terminal condition most of her patients did. It’s inevitable, but they don’t have to let that ruin the time they still have.]