Don't censor yourself on my behalf. Believe me, I have heard far worse descriptions of getting STIs than getting nasty.
[ Of his flaws - and he has a great many of them - Kim has never ranked prudishness among them. The moment of levity in their conversation is welcome in comparison to what they're speaking of now anyway; what this kid is describing is nothing short of horrifying. Even worse is the bland tone in which he's speaking of it.
That tone's not unfamiliar to Kim. Not really. Growing up in a city that was recently an active warzone meant growing up around survivors, whether they were royalists or revolutionaries. People who weren't around for the revolution were the only ones who had the luxury of speaking of it in terms of detached horror. The ones who'd seen it, though, spoke of fallen friends and comrades in very much the same tones as Ethan's using now. It's also not a huge surprise that people would more gladly kill the infected than they would provide for them. If it happened in Revachol - god forbid - people would likely do the same. But it never would happen in Revachol. The idea of a sickness that turns people into crystals is something he would dismiss out of hand if not for the fact that it's the most believable of unbelievable things he's run into today. A horrible thought nonetheless.
No wonder he calls his side the good guys. Kim is not particularly good with emotions, but even he can't hear about something like that without expressing his condolences. ] I'm sorry. I'm sure you don't need an outsider to tell you how inhumane that sounds. And I hope your organization is successful in finding a cure.
[ He takes another drag of his cigarette and stares at the alley wall in front of them. From their position, they could be in any city in the world, in this kid's world or in Kim's own. But the moment they leave, they'll be confronted with their new reality. There won't be any hunting for a cure here. ]
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Don't censor yourself on my behalf. Believe me, I have heard far worse descriptions of getting STIs than getting nasty.
[ Of his flaws - and he has a great many of them - Kim has never ranked prudishness among them. The moment of levity in their conversation is welcome in comparison to what they're speaking of now anyway; what this kid is describing is nothing short of horrifying. Even worse is the bland tone in which he's speaking of it.
That tone's not unfamiliar to Kim. Not really. Growing up in a city that was recently an active warzone meant growing up around survivors, whether they were royalists or revolutionaries. People who weren't around for the revolution were the only ones who had the luxury of speaking of it in terms of detached horror. The ones who'd seen it, though, spoke of fallen friends and comrades in very much the same tones as Ethan's using now. It's also not a huge surprise that people would more gladly kill the infected than they would provide for them. If it happened in Revachol - god forbid - people would likely do the same. But it never would happen in Revachol. The idea of a sickness that turns people into crystals is something he would dismiss out of hand if not for the fact that it's the most believable of unbelievable things he's run into today. A horrible thought nonetheless.
No wonder he calls his side the good guys. Kim is not particularly good with emotions, but even he can't hear about something like that without expressing his condolences. ] I'm sorry. I'm sure you don't need an outsider to tell you how inhumane that sounds. And I hope your organization is successful in finding a cure.
[ He takes another drag of his cigarette and stares at the alley wall in front of them. From their position, they could be in any city in the world, in this kid's world or in Kim's own. But the moment they leave, they'll be confronted with their new reality. There won't be any hunting for a cure here. ]
You must be eager to get back.
[ Then again, is there anyone who isn't? ]