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While direct presence lacked, reports from the attending medical crew, from Barbary. and from other youma pressed to the business did not. Kerberos rehabilitation was not unattended. When word came that he had the wherewithal, or was it gall, to request her by name, General Schörl was entertained. The physical symptoms should be subsided, by all accounting. That makes no promises on the mental or emptional dependencies. That depends more on personal fortitude and character, and is more volatile subject to subject. The observations of others can only be taken so far. Best source is direct.

The general walked the length of the Dark Kingdom, responding to the call over her crystal from a Lieutenant. She let her cane sound loudly in third rhythm of approach on the floor, a matter of strange familiarity even though the rhythm was wrong. The tactic remained in a sensation of presque vu to the very door of the corrupted's barracks keeping. She followed the feeling and knocked in a distinct, comically appropriate rhythm.

'Shave-and-a-hair-cut.' He will be needing the former at the very least. Then she entered.

"Good Morrow, Asphodel. "

"What words have you saved together between dawn and damning want?"

Watching the proverbial wheels turn, and especially the shifting of his temporalis and masseter, the General's indifferent pleasantness shifted subtly to amuse. How much we don't say when we think only to pronounce with our lips.

"Not wanting one when you're in the frying pan and have no access to any is different than when you are clean and relaxed. Or, more appropriately to you, when you just can't handle life anymore. "

"And you actually do serve a purpose here, pretty. You're giving the Medical Corp training. You're helping containment procedures be established. In fact, its one of the most useful times you've spent as an officer- better on your back than on your feet. Now. Give me something more concrete than 'I don't want to be a lump.' Lumps are useful- practice for amputations and replacements with Youma."

" There are two types of people in this world, the quick and the dead. Best prove which you are if you're going to call me here with something as petty as a 'want'. Give me goals, soldier. Objectives that you're going to complete with your usefulness."

"I don't make threats, pet." The tone had a smile in it, but there was none on her mouth. Threats are empty words parents use to unsuccessfully cajole their unruly brood to act human. Threats are for people who do not have plans. They are for those who have no intention of actig.
He was very good at just restating what she'd already said as a question. It was like watching a Japanese daytime drama. But is it due to stupidity, the effects of only just surfacing again, or is it an act to try to cover over actual lack of having any and therefore remaining just as useless coming out as he was when pissed and going in. I expect measures of all of the above.

"Asked for concrete, personal objectives, and you give me a directionless platitude. Very on point." She caught his chin, thumb pressing hard into the indenture beneath his bottom lip while her knuckle under the bone was a vice to direct his glance. Her intention was to lock gaze. "Not towards the 'quick' pole of that option spectrum. "

"This will be your reprieve. You will not get another. Prove yourself with actual goals- Eternals are leaders, who don't need orders every minute of the day to have an idea of what to do to effectively serve Metallia. If you persist in needing orders for any hope of direction, then it will be my orders and my ideals, member of the Special Operations. And I will fetch you back."

"Are we clear? Now. One goal. Tell me one goal you will dedicated to Metallia. One and your sad wits are free." The unfortunate truth of warm, active bodies being needed in the ranks. The medical corp cannot continue to be wasted on you. Power given into you cannot continue to be wasted.

" It isn't usually a focus of the Special Operations, but it will do. You have four months- one third of a year. A generous allotment, lengthy, and I hope far over estimated. As fast as you can, Kerberos. Prove yourself as useful for your self, and not as a warm body. "

"I look forward to meeting Caledonia transmuted. I will let the General Sovereigns know the name of your target and your mission- they are often busy. Better that they have some preparation that their help will be needed to changing one thing to another. " She let go her grip on him to snap her fingers- a signal to Barbary to come out from his lurkings to be her cape. "Grab your pack of supplies, you are dismissed from barracks. Walk with me, out to the main chamber. I will take you to the streets of Destiny CIty. You can find your way home from there."