Who ⬤ Emily and open! What ⬤ Monthly catchall - clinic work, music club, etc. When ⬤ Over May. Where ⬤ Across the city. Content Warnings ⬤ TBA if needed.
I cannot blame you for your misgivings, Miss Kochou. Nor would I ask you to change your way of life. How you think and feel is your own to handle.
[it's a difficult situation though. if Toraguma himself walked through those doors? well, firstly she'd have to wonder why he would come to this place instead of a hospital, but beyond that...]
You're asking to come into this clinic, and from that I must assume you had experience with such in the past. While I welcome the aid, as the more Lost Souls we have the better, there is something I would have to ask you to uphold, even if it pains you. Being in this place, in the position of giving care...while you are here working, one's personal biases cannot come into this work. No matter what, even if you have every right to want to see them die in front of you. This should supersede even orders from your clan - we do not act as ourselves here, but as caretakers, physicians, with loyalty to our patients first.
However, I will not ask the impossible of you. Should you find yourself utterly incapable of carrying out treatment on someone, then I would expect that you would find another person to take over and act in your place.
[that's a fair compromise, in her eyes. not rejecting the help, or forcing the young woman to choke down every bias - but any less would undermine what this clinic aimed to be.]
[Who knows why oni do anything— why they do the things they do. They pillage, they kill and they ravage to their heart's content. Since coming to this place she's seen them more often than anything else here, and yet the inherent need to stay away continues to intersect with her longing for revenge.
Because it really was so laughably simple.]
Ah. [Is the almost ridiculous yet quiet response to Emily's words as she sits, reeling at the impact of those last few comments. Yes, before she was slaying demons she was reading articles on pharmaceuticals from the west, natural remedies and first aid. Before she decided to make her sword her beacon towards a clear path she wanted... to become a healer. She was one, at some point.
She blinks away the light filtering in from the windows above, her gaze lowering as she finally loosens her fingers and slowly stands. This time she bows properly at the waist, only stopping midway to give Emily a strained smile. Strained, but genuine nonetheless. It's a start.]
Dyer-san, thank you for being honest with me.
Please rely on me then, to help with as much as I'm able. Everything else will be... a work in progress.
[standing up herself, bowing somewhat in return - an acceptance, an agreement. that's all she'd ask from someone, to learn and do their best. not everyone was going to have the same mindset as her, and another set of hands that want to do something in this place...that was invaluable.]
...Emily, please. We're colleagues now, after all.
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[it's a difficult situation though. if Toraguma himself walked through those doors? well, firstly she'd have to wonder why he would come to this place instead of a hospital, but beyond that...]
You're asking to come into this clinic, and from that I must assume you had experience with such in the past. While I welcome the aid, as the more Lost Souls we have the better, there is something I would have to ask you to uphold, even if it pains you. Being in this place, in the position of giving care...while you are here working, one's personal biases cannot come into this work. No matter what, even if you have every right to want to see them die in front of you. This should supersede even orders from your clan - we do not act as ourselves here, but as caretakers, physicians, with loyalty to our patients first.
However, I will not ask the impossible of you. Should you find yourself utterly incapable of carrying out treatment on someone, then I would expect that you would find another person to take over and act in your place.
[that's a fair compromise, in her eyes. not rejecting the help, or forcing the young woman to choke down every bias - but any less would undermine what this clinic aimed to be.]
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Because it really was so laughably simple.]
Ah. [Is the almost ridiculous yet quiet response to Emily's words as she sits, reeling at the impact of those last few comments. Yes, before she was slaying demons she was reading articles on pharmaceuticals from the west, natural remedies and first aid. Before she decided to make her sword her beacon towards a clear path she wanted... to become a healer. She was one, at some point.
She blinks away the light filtering in from the windows above, her gaze lowering as she finally loosens her fingers and slowly stands. This time she bows properly at the waist, only stopping midway to give Emily a strained smile. Strained, but genuine nonetheless. It's a start.]
Dyer-san, thank you for being honest with me.
Please rely on me then, to help with as much as I'm able. Everything else will be... a work in progress.
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...Emily, please. We're colleagues now, after all.