Walk A Mile: Epilogue (Nexus LOL Conclusion)

[workthroughit]

While these meetings would perhaps suggest the formality of his desk, Dr. Hill instead is strolling through the Nexus, smiling as he watches the snowflakes drift down from the sky. A take-away cup is held in both his hands, the drink gently steaming.

He seems content to just wander for a time, more interested in his coffee and the falling snow than addressing anyone just yet. The psychoanalyst seems perfectly unaware how bizarre his previous appearance ended up being, or that his prolonged absence since then was also sorely noted. Unaware or uncaring.

Finally, after one last sip of coffee, he simply asks, tone light and conversational: "Well? What did we learn?"

((The conclusion post for the bodyswap event! Get yer details here before tagging in! Also, feel free to tag in if your character just wants to talk to/yell at the doctor in general. And don't hesitate to comment on the OOC post or send me a PM if you have any concerns or questions!))

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[rogueinladysclothing]

The ringing may be less severe, but the shock hits her harder this time. Her weapons clatter around her as she falls to her knees, her arms protectively wrapped around her head.

It takes several minutes for her to regain herself enough to speak, but even then she doesn't pull her hands far from her face. "What happened to you... most of that wasn't my fault. Your magic, or whatever the hell it is... it's not right and you can't just do that to someone." She shakes her head and looks up at him finally, glaring as best she can despite her fear. "But I have every right to make you bleed after what you've done."

[workthroughit]

"Do you? Do you think you have a right to be judge, jury and executioner like this? Did you even ask the people you feel were wronged by me if this is what they wanted? Would the likes of Viatorus or Harrowheart be tickled pink to see my head on a platter? Again, it's aaaaall about you, Ms. Ronsam. Anything to ease how helpless the Nexus makes you feel.

"This whole incident only reminds you of that fact, doesn't it? How chaotic and unpleasant this place is compared to home. Which only reminds you that you're not home. The worst fact of all."

He's straightened up by now before stepping back from the poor, stricken woman. "I'm not your enemy, Ms. Ronsam. And I'll not be your scapegoat either."

Then he turns and calmly walks away.

[rogueinladysclothing]

What is she to do? What could she possibly say?

He's right.

It'll take some time, and a lot more effort than she wants to admit, to get back to her feet, to gather her weapons, to not run as far and as fast as she can. To go back to the place that isn't home to hang her head and pray no one will disturb her.

It'll take even more time to admit she knows the step to take to fix at least one of the problems the doctor has laid bare.