Values

[workthroughit]

The desk is back in the Nexus again. And the owner of it is once more behind it, hands folded primly in front of him. Set off to the side is a fountain pen and a pad of paper. The banker's light and the metronome rest on the desk as well, though both are turned off. The snow is cleared in a neat three foot circumference around his seat, and though he's in just a dress shirt and sweater vest, the cold doesn't seem to bother the doctor one bit.

"I wonder," Dr. Hill begins in his usual northern European accent, "What do you, as a person, value more? Honesty? Or loyalty?"

A simple question, really.

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[rekindledtitan]

"Uh-huh. Then I guess you're welcome... what's your name, doctor?"

[workthroughit]

"Dr. Hill. Dr. Alan Hill. Psychoanalyst and therapist." He stands and offers a business card! Not that he pulled it from a pocket or even had it in his hand before this. It simply is.

"I have a practice set up here in the Commercial District, should you ever wish to chat further."

[rekindledtitan]

She cocks her head - she definitely didn't miss that. She takes the card apparently just to inspect curiously. "Nice trick. Doubt I'll be paying you any calls, but... maybe we'll see you around."

That 'we' is explained, of course, as she turns to go, absently passing off the card to the little Ghost who peeps out from behind her at Dr. Hill for just a moment, then vanishes with the card.