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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2008 6:38 pm
You should just do it for free if it's that case... You can't put a price on someone's life.
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2008 6:42 pm
I can. And I do. I'm a monster.
*calmly sips tea again*
*the phone stops ringing*
For Tony Leone, incidentally, the price of a life is 2 kilos of heroin.
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2008 6:52 pm
::shuts her eyes:: Good thing I didn't go to you when I died all those times..
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2008 6:59 pm
People don't come to me if they have a choice. There are many good reasons I'm unlicensed. Medical science frowns upon those who don't wait for it's tiresome, overstuffed procedures.
I'll save your life, but you'd best make it worth my while. How you judge my actions doesn't matter to me.
I do appreciate you taking the time to talk tea with me.
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2008 7:02 pm
No, You have to make a living some how. I'm not really the type to judge.
I mean.. I'm an assassin, or was. My boyfriend is a wanted killer. I'm just a ball of crazy.
Anyways.
It's nice to talk to someone that's not just looking at my legs or chest.
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2008 7:04 pm
Not unless I wanted Pinoko to start bothering you. rolleyes
You are right about one thing, though. A human life has no set price. It is the actions in a human life that have costs and consequences.
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2008 7:08 pm
Yeah, That's true.. Which makes me wonder. Myself and Jason, both have been revived, right?
But our revival has only brought death..
Before.. We were both heroes. We came back angry and vengeful.
What does that mean?
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2008 7:14 pm
Do the lives we save and the lives we let die balance somehow? In the end, the dead are still dead. There is no balance for them.
If you've returned from the dead, have you worked to bring back balance to your life? Or do you think that you've squandered your second chance?
All of this is beyond me. I play the role of God in the operating room, not in a tea parlour.
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2008 7:16 pm
Sorry I just think sometimes. Too hard. I can't even read for God's sake.
Let's talk about something else.
Surgeon?
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2008 7:21 pm
*sits naked in a corner covered in wires*
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2008 7:22 pm
Hmnh.
*half smiles*
Yes, I am. As I said, though, no medical foundation will give me licensure. I am a black market doctor. Some people will call me brilliant.
When you are a reputedly brilliant doctor, your skills are in high demand. I will treat anyone, but I also reserve the right to charge whatever I see fit for my services as a result. For some people, all the money they have in the world is pennies in a cup. For others, they sleep on mattresses filled with money earned by spilling other people's blood. What I charge is the price for the worth of a person's lifetime.
It's not as foolproof as it sounds, though. Even I sometimes have to take responsibility for what I do. Pinoko is evidence of that.
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2008 7:24 pm
Pinoko? Is she your daughter?
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2008 7:28 pm
Pinoko was a parasitic twin I removed from her sister's body and transplanted into a body that I constructed myself out of cadaver parts.
She has an underdeveloped nervous system and an artificial body that will never grow up. Though she 'lived' for 18 years in her sister's body, she was only 'born' a year ago.
After she was extracted, the family wanted nothing to do with her.
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2008 7:29 pm
::Nods:: That's.. Terrible.. I hate people like that. So willing to give up their children..
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2008 7:35 pm
I suppose we can say that life has two values, then. The value you place on it, and the value others place on it.
Pinoko is a very competent assistant in the operating room, but a terrible cook at home.
*sips his tea, puts it down*
Cold. I've been talking too much.
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