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Isadora listened to Claire's explanation intently, taking in the details that she had chose to reveal. After she had written down a few of the key points, Isadora began to feel a question burning in the corners of her mind. She tried to focus on writing her notes, but the question gnawed at her until she had to stop. She pushed her reading glasses up the bridge of her nose and looked at Claire.

"I see... I ahssume tha' Luhcas is at ease around y', Claihre. I need t' ahsk: what exactleh is your relahtion wit' him? You're obviousleh aquaihnted." Isadora sighed. She doubted that the answer would come very easily, but she had to ask.

"I undehstand if it is somethin' pers'nal t' you, but I ahsk out o' more than curiohsity. It may 'elp me t' compre'end th' situation a bit bettah, an' it may ahlso 'elp me see why an' how his Luhke side is triggered." The doctor felt a bit guilty about asking something that might be so personal to Claire, but she needed to know. It may have a connection with what may have made Lucas's mind create Luke in the first place. It was worth a shot, in any case.

She had gotten an answer, but Isadora didn't really think that it had cleared up the situation very much for her. If anything, it made it even muddier than before. The curiosity as to what that event was was making Isadora go insane, but she dare not ask it now. Over the years, she had learned [though not always remembered] to space the prying questions apart; disperse them little by little into the conversation so as to not seem too much of a doctor and more of a friend. It was a rather old trick.

As quickly as she could, Isadora jotted down her notes until she realized that she was running out of space on her current page. She turned over her paper and began writing down more notes on the back. "Mhmm... Tha' does 'elp a bit, thahnk you. Piecin' t'getha ev'ry bit I cahn will 'elp, I think. ... Unemohtional..." Isadora sighed, feeling very weary.

"Truthfulleh, I 'ave no clue as t' whether or not tha' is typicahl behavior or not. I do not ohften 'ave cases as difficulht as this. It's so confusing." Isadora felt like she had to confess this to Claire. She was doing the best she could - at least, she thought so - and her patience was slowly running thin. Isadora shook her head. "...I'm sorreh."

Isadora gave a small chuckle, then smiled at the younger woman. "I ahppreciate it vereh much tha' you came t' me. Wit' a little more tihme, an' perhaps anoth'r pot o' coffee, I could see about tryin' t' put this puzzle t'gethah." That was certainly not something that she was looking forward to, but it had to be done. She would persevere, damn it.

Claire's second statement made the doctor's eyes widen and her mind race. "Lihke... Lihke Luhke wants t' be th' prehdominant personah in Luhcas's mind? Oh, grahcious..." Isadora placed her chin in the palm of her hand. "Tha' is... cumbehrsome, an' is dehfiniteleh grahve." Now lost for words, the good doctor glanced over at Basil, who was still sitting patiently at her feet. The Meganium simply turned his head up to face his human and gave her a winning smile. Isadora smirked.

Turning her attention back to Claire, Isadora frowned, her periwinkle eyes filled with concern. "Truleh, this is grahve. I cahn't see how Luhke cahn hope t' ahccomplish somethin' like tha', though. He would 'ave t' shatter Luhcas's suhbconscious in ordah t'..." Isadora trailed off, stopping herself from saying any more. Was that even possible? Could a split persona dominate the original one?

Isadora blinked, a blank look on her face. So... she got it completely wrong? Her hypothesis was incorrect again?

...Damn it, people shouldn't confuse her like that! Give her a heart attack, why don't ya?

"...Ah. Okahy, then." Isadora pinched the bridge of her nose, breathed in deeply, then regained her composure and looked at Claire. "Ahll right, I think I'm on trahck. Luhke isn't tryin' t' stahke claihm t' Luhcas's mind; he's onleh tryin' t' protect 'im from anything. Okahy." Oi, that was scary.

"Stihll, though... If tha' is th' case, gettin' past Luhke's bahrrier would prohve t' be an issue should we wish t' give Luhcas mehdical 'elp. It might ev'n dahmage his braihn permanentleh if it rehsists too much." All right - Isadora was back on track.

Isadora nodded approvingly. She had hoped that they would come to that decision when all was said and done this day. Taking immediate drastic action would do them no good; all it would do is make Lucas harder to reach and make Luke more protective of his mind.

"I think tha' tha' is a vereh wihse dehcision, an' I'm suhre tha' this is th' most ehfficient way of ahpprochin' th' situation." As if to close the matter, Isadora triumphantly clicked her pen closed and smiled. It was a trying and uncertain thing that they were facing, but Isadora would find out all that she could and help Claire in any way possible.

"Nohw then... I wihll be 'ere t' help you if evah you need me. This is no longah just our prohblem. We must fahce it tehnativleh." Isadora shrugged her shoulders. That probably meant that she had to report this to The Powers That Be, but that was something she could definitely put off.

Isadora's eyebrows lowered slightly as she attempted to explain her newest theory to Claire. "Wha' I mean is tha' - now tha' we've dehtermin'd th' sihtuation - Luhcas might be consihdered a... a liahbiliteh in th' eyes o' Team Rohcket. Peohple will 'ave quehstions an' want answers. We certaihnleh don't want Luhcas t' be deehmed uselehss an' deahlt wit'." Isadora prayed that things would not come to that, but she was no clairvoyant.

"In aneh case, 'ow about we juhst keep this t' oursehlves f'r th' time beihng. No neehd t' fret." The good doctor gave her patient a kind smile. She would need all of her strength in these coming days. "I thahnk y' vereh much f'r your 'elp, miss Claihre."