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Guyy lacked many things in life, but it could never be said that patiences was among them. He eyed the young girl fidgeting restlessly on his couch. For the time being at least they had some privacy, so she would be quite free to talk. Though it had taken quite a bit of convincing to get Ilia to go do something else. At that moment she was busy stress testing her new and somewhat incomplete arm. He had her in long sleeves for the time being, knowing that the sight of her still bare and exposed skeleton and vital systems might be a little disturbing to the others. It would be quite a while before it was fully repaired and blending seamlessly into the rest of her body. He'd had to begin construction from scratch to build new valves into her cooling system to prevent a repeat of the training incident. And he'd have to spend ages sculpting the skin to fit without lines.

But for now he was in the presence of Aya's young daughter instead of his own. Their natures were much different and that fascinated him, though he knew aspects of Parvarti's personality were being absorbed by the little android bit by bit, just as with the rest of their extended family. He wondered if he'd be able to handle two troublemakers and smirked softly at that thought.

He laughed softly at her playful expression, shaking his head in amusement and not even shooing her back to her seat when she complained of being bored and clutched at his shirt. He ignored the wrinkles and gave her a steady crimson gaze as she returned back to her seat, looking far more innocent and vulnerable than he could ever recall her being. She did look like her mother, despite that. His interest was caught and he leaned towards her, patiently letting her babble out her words before he even began to speak softly.

"I promise anything you tell me here I won't tell another living soul. Or Ilia." he nodded reassuringly. He would try and encourage her to continue at her own pace until he could make sense of it all. "Now, perhaps you'd like to tell me how you know that your berserker rage is not connected to your parents?" he probed softly, starting slow and hopefully simply. He could move on from there to the nature of the feelings it caused in her. Having his own bloodmadness to deal with even still he could empathise with her quite well and understand a large part of what she was going through. The exact nature of it, however, was a mystery for the time being. One he hoped he could help uncover and solve.

For while Kaori's clever collar contained the problem for the time being it was by no means a permanent solution, and somewhat difficult for the girl to bear he suspected. It would be much nicer to have things under control for herself, and perhaps along the way he could learn a few things himself that might prove of vital importance.

As he let her sit for a moment and collect her thoughts and words he leaned on his knees and strode across to the kitchen area in a few long strides, still in sight and earshot of her easily. Perhaps things could be easier to handle with if she had something to focus on with her hands. He often found a cup of coffee helpful, or a cigarette. Though he was avoiding the latter right now. A recently stubbed out butt lay evident in the ashtray on the coffee table, extinguished the moment Parvarti had entered the room.

He took just a couple of moments to tip a pack of cookies onto a plate and extract a large jug of sweet flavoured juice from the fridge. As an afterthought he placed a couple of chocolates and a fresh apple next to the cookies. Grabbing a pair of tall glasses he carried the selection through and set them down on the small table, inviting her to help herself as she wished. He poured himself a glass of the juice and nibbled slowly on a cookie as he turned his attention on her entirely.

He watched as the girl picked up a chocolate, not to eat however, she merely wanted to toy with the shining wrapper. She was weighing something up, he could see that in her eyes. She didn't have that icy blank expression her mother had perfected for moments like this, not yet anyway. Some day no doubt she would be as cool and collected. But what really caught his attention for now was the way she actually addressed him correctly. Very rare indeed.

He raised an eyebrow and nibbled on his cookie while she spoke, using the baked treat to mask his own serious and intent concentration on her words. He would never have suspected that her story was true, though he had heard vague whispers about the Desert of Doors. Some of the older and more baffling books referred to it in an entirely enigmatic fashion, to the point that this was the best description he had ever heard of it. Understandable, if she had really been approached by it. He didn't doubt her honesty in the slightest.

"Well, that would explain your somewhat unexpected appearance." he smiled softly at her, nodding to express the fact he was following everything with quiet curiosity. It did concern him that she mentioned the alarming tendency for those who let desire overcome morals to vanish from history. Aya, obviously, was still very much known about. But what about young Parvarti? What fate would she suffer? No wonder it worried her.

"That's quite a tale." he said, leaning back and polishing off what was left of the cookie thoughtfully. He was burning with questions about the Desert of Doors, his own quest for knowledge always bubbling within him. But right now they had other things to discuss, no doubt he could uncover information during the course of their conversation. And he could ask Aya more later too, though he'd have to do it without telling her too much about what Parvarti had spoken about. A promise was a promise.

"So, you think your rage may be connected to your... ahh... unique circumstances then?" he enquired gently, knowing the root of the problem must be near. And with the root, maybe the solution also.

Guyy raised an eyebrow at her statement she had been created like Ilia. "Not quite like her." he added, giving her a little nod of understanding. He knew far too well that she could not speak too much in detail about future events, for risk of damaging the current timeline. And for all he knew he could be involved in some way, perhaps the Chimera would offer some key to her growth. He had no idea, and found it best not to ask.

He watched her nibbling the cookie, oblivious to her turmoil about it and how she had been trained not to eat food. Not that there was a scrap of food in the library walls that would harm her. He was pretty strict about that in his own way. And he'd know instantly if anything he tasted was harmful to the others. So he would not be likely to mention it to Caine or Aya.

He leaned back in the chair and gave her a reassuring smile, letting her continue her tale at her own pace. Something similar had happened to the Chimera's minds, but for different reasons. They were, as far as he knew, complete. They were simply built for war and the rage was a side effect. It turned out the scientist's biggest failure with the Chimera was the fact they were actually very peaceful and intelligent at heart.

"The unexpected seems to happen a lot when it comes to playing with DNA." he sighed. He chuckled to himself inwardly. It was very like them to create a child using such methods instead of in the regular fashion just as his own son had been conceived. Of course she didn't know about that yet. In time.

He lifted his glass to his lips and took a long sip of the sweet liquid while he thought about it. If the problem was a genetic one, perhaps the solution would come if they could map out her genes and work out where things had gone wrong. Gene therapy might be the answer. They really needed access to better minds experienced with that. He gazed up at the ceiling for a moment, silently wishing for a moment his biological mother was still alive to offer advice. The woman had been a genius of a genetic scientist. They'd just have to do their best.
"How do you mean, incomplete?" he probed carefully, wondering if she even knew what was missing.

Guyy gave the girl a warm smile and nodded understandingly. It was a long shot that she would know the details, but it had been worth asking just in case there had been a major clue there. "I see." he said thoughtfully as he leaned back against the cushions. So, the cat was no mere companion after all. That was interesting, certainly. He absently rubbed Myurr between his ruby eyes, causing the snake to blink and stretch along his arm contentedly.

His own scarlet eyes lowered to meet Parvarti's mismatched pair as she spoke up. He ducks his head for a moment, a smile on his lips when he looked back up. "I don't blame him in the slightest. He has done nothing wrong, certainly not if you are the result." he grinned, leaning forward to ruffle her hair fondly. "You're more like Ilia than I think you realise." he grinned. It was curious that Caine had difficulty procreating, but that was a personal matter for the man. Perhaps it may come up in conversation sometime with him, but he knew better than to probe deeply into such intimate concerns.

The girl was obviously upset about something, probably the situation as a whole. This couldn't be easy for her at all. She was a unique child and suffered from a curse she shouldn't be forced to, especially at such a tender young age. At least he had the grace of age to gain a little experience before he had been forced to confront his own rage. Even now it frightened him a little to know it still lurked somewhere inside him. He had not been sealed from it like she had.

"So we know the source of the rage at least. An inherent flaw in your design." he nodded. "It is the same for me, though the origin is a little different. I am not, as far as I know, missing anything. In fact my trouble stems from the fact I have too much extra. I believe. The papers were incomplete, the scientists never got a chance to... ah... further study me." he grimaced a little, glossing over the fact that had it not been for his mother making up an excuse about studying his psychological development he would have been merely discarded and examined. He moved on from that subject, giving her a reassuring smile.

"Have you lost control like that before then?" he asked curiously, resting his elbow on the arm of his chair and leaning his chin on his palm. His free hand turned the glass he held on his knee in an idle motion. "Perhaps in varying degrees of emotion? Or is this the first time it's really taken control of you?"

Guyy paused when she asked for a repeat of the question. He had noticed her eyes glazing over a bit, but had presumed she had merely been concentrating and thinking about the matter at hand. he shook his head and laughed softly. Clearly, she had not been. Whatever had been on her mind had certainly been distracting. Fortunately he didn't even guess at what she had been pondering, he might have been mortified at the idea of her roping Ilia in to rid him of his precious poisonous habit.

He folded his arms over his chest and gave her a mock chastising expression, rolling his eyes a little. "So you don't get everything from your mother then." he smirked. She would never have stood for such distraction. "I asked if this was the first time your rage has ever taken such control of you, or if it was your first time experiencing it? Maybe you have felt it before, but not as strongly?" he reiterated. He had no idea if she had been nodding in response to his question, as he had thought, or if it had been an automatic response to him talking.

He reached down and tugged at his laced, kicking his shoes off and letting them bounce underneath the table. His long legs stretched out, heels on the wooden surface. Perhaps it was messy and a little too casual, but it was his home and he felt quite comfortable with the girl, despite the nature of their little chat. Besides, he doubted she would mind much. He lowered himself in the chair comfortably as he watched her, waiting for a reply.

"Hn." Guyy replied to her apology, relaxing back against the chair and smirking to himself. He knew she wouldn't do it again now that she'd been caught. Her instantly apologetic manner and bashful reply was endearing in its own way and he nodded, grinning widely to silently assure her there'd be no punishment for it. Aside from his own amusement.

It took him a moment to realise that she was mimicking his pose, whether it was intentional or not. He laughed softly, chuckling beneath his breath and taking it as a sort of compliment. She and Ilia really did have a lot of similarities. He'd lost count of the amount of times he'd look up to see the little blond mirroring him, or Kaori or even Parvarti sometimes. Or anyone nearby. Luckily she looked young enough people just took it as playful behaviour and overlooked it.

The crunch of the apple as the girl bit into it resounded in the air pleasantly. He always made sure to buy the crunchiest, juiciest and sweetest apples. Their apartment was never without a wide selection of fruit. He sipped at his juice as she spoke, nodding at intervals. Setting his glass down on the table next to him he ran a hand through his hair, pushing it back from his face.

"Every time you become enraged? Tsch." He shook his head. His rage was troublesome. Hers was just unfair on her. "It must take a lot of effort to keep yourself calm sometimes. I noticed that it was Ilia's coolant that set you off this time. Blood is often a trigger, is it?" he asked with curiosity.

Guyy chuckled. She was obviously wandering away on yet another mental tangent. He didn't have the heart to chastise her (though perhaps it might be worth mentioning her attention issues to Aya or Caine. Perhaps her creation had written in a form of attention deficit). He shook his head as she resolved to stay on track with such enthusiasm and determination, a broad smile turning up the corners of his lips.

"I see. So it's triggered suddenly then. You don't have to worry about most regular emotions being a source for the rage and lack of control. The triggers are specific, if not yet entirely defined yet." he nodded, his hand resting on his chin as he considered it. With specific triggers it would be easier to avoid those situations for a while. Perhaps it might even work to gradually introduce them to her in small doses and thus build up a sort of mental resistance. That would be dangerous.

"So basically, you become a sort of berserker. It is you, and your powers, but so enraged that you feel as if you are an outsider observing yourself." he nodded, following her despite her erratic nature. "It's just part of you in highly concentrated form."

He smiled as she laughed nervously, moving a little so he could sit up a bit. "Well this is all very informative and interesting. Do you know when it is happening? Is there any warning or is it like turning on a switch?" he was most curious about that. If she could feel it building, then perhaps she could learn to control it and focus it in a more productive manner.