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[weekends are as good a time as any for a not-quite jailbreak, are they not? But it isn't in Nephry's character or best interests to leave the clinic without permission...so she must have it. After all, she's almost halfway back to her own room, walking slowly and a little haltingly, but without stumbling. And she looks very determined, if a little pale and tired.]

[[ooc: Please do walk by and stop for a chat!]]

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[but she thought she was. And she didn't press it after being told she wasn't. And they should be there by now, no matter how slowly Nephry's going. Thankfully she lives on only the second floor]

[Gelda walks ahead to hold the door open for her. If necessary, she'll help Nephry up the stairs too. If all's well, though, she should be able to make it on her own.]

[one flight of stairs is no trouble. She'll just take it slowly, and hold her own door open in return when they get there]

[Aw, you're too kind. Still, Gelda will wait with making herself comfortable until Nephry has given her permission. Instead, she glances around to have a good look at the place.]

Please sit. [takes her own seat on the sofa, looking thoughtful] I'd offer to make tea but I don't think it would turn out that well.

No, it's fine.

[What kind of healer would she be if she let a recovering woman slave away in the kitchen, after all?]

[very quiet as she tries to think of what question she wants to start with. And which ones she does and does not want the answers to]

[Gelda will wait patiently. This is the first real conversation she'll have with Nephry ever since the incident, so it's understandable her old student might feel uncomfortable.]

Professor... How...how did you manage to obtain her memories?

[Wow, that was unexpected.]

... Her memories? I'm not sure I follow.

[just because we don't like fomicry doesn't mean we don't read about it. Have to keep up with what dear brother is doing to the world, after all]

The original Professor Nebilim.

The original?

[Even after almost a year of living in Luceti, she still doesn't know about Jade's role in the 'magnificent' world of Fomicry. It's sad, really.]

[are you really going to make her say it?]

The one who...died. All those years ago.

[Well, not all of it. She knows she died, so that part of the puzzle is already present.]

That's... because I am that person, of course. The Malnosso were kind enough to revive me, if only for the sake of being a guinea pig here.

...So you're...absolutely sure you're not his replica professor?

[At the word "replica", her expression darkens a little. That sounds horribly foreboding.]

Exactly which replica are you referring to?

[there was more than one? It's possible, but...oh. Wait, that isn't what she means. ...He didn't tell her. Nephry suddenly looks very tired]

The one my brother created at your death.

... The same method he used on your doll?

[Jade, what the hell did you do? Tampering with nature like that! Really, now. No wonder they call him the Necromancer.]

..It's different for things that...should be alive. But yes.

[She sighs, raising a hand to her head.]

That is... a lot to take in.

It wasn't you, Professor. By any means. ...And until a very short time ago, I believed he was still looking for a way to...make another one. A better one. [one that wouldn't be superpowerful and attack people]

But... Why? I would've hoped I'd taught him better than that. Did he still not comprehend what it means to die?

He...he spent years taking...data from dead and dying soldiers. Trying to create something. ...I believe it nearly killed him once.

I don't know if he understands even now.

... I knew catastrophe would strike that day. My birthday Score had predicted as much. I was prepared to accept whatever would happen. One cannot escape a fate that's been written in the planet's memory, after all.

[She leans back in her chair, taking a deep breath.]

Yet... It was foolish. I never considered what might happen after that day. If I had, I would've made better preparations.

...Maybe you can.

I thought he...would have said something, if you were really the...if you were the real Professor. I'm sorry.

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