As Franziska peered down the hallway in the direction he had been heading, von Karma slightly lifted his left eyebrow. Had she suspected what he was truly planning to do? Why else would she abandon her plan to retrieve her whip?
"Franziska," he said in a stern tone of voice. "What 'new circumstances' could possibly compel you to stray from the worthy goal of retrieving your possessions? That sounds like a very suitably concrete plan to me. What has changed your mind so abruptly?"
"As for my plans," he closed his eyes thoughtfully for a moment, "I am heading to one of the restricted areas near the building's entrance to gather some information on this institute. It is only possible to do so during the night shift, when there are no syringe-wielding staff members to hinder one's efforts. However..."
He opened his eyes to look intently at her. "Whatever you have been told of this hellhole, I can attest to the sheer bedlam and hazards to which it subjects the patients at night. For instance, right now on the recreational field outside, there is a reckless motorist who makes all of the drivers of Los Angeles seem docile and courteous by comparison." For now, he would refrain from discussing the mutant scorpion and the corpses of monstrous felines he had seen, until he was certain that his daughter would be more amenable to accepting the absurdities of what happened within these walls.
"Ergo, I highly encourage you to find your whip as soon as possible. Unless your 'new circumstances' are truly significant, I recommend that you maintain your original plans." He would have offered to accompany her, for the prospect of getting his own belongings back was promising... but to suddenly change his own plans would imply weakness of will. Besides, the longer he took to look for his file, the more chance he was affording the brat and his spiky-haired watch dog to find it first and use it against him.
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"Franziska," he said in a stern tone of voice. "What 'new circumstances' could possibly compel you to stray from the worthy goal of retrieving your possessions? That sounds like a very suitably concrete plan to me. What has changed your mind so abruptly?"
"As for my plans," he closed his eyes thoughtfully for a moment, "I am heading to one of the restricted areas near the building's entrance to gather some information on this institute. It is only possible to do so during the night shift, when there are no syringe-wielding staff members to hinder one's efforts. However..."
He opened his eyes to look intently at her. "Whatever you have been told of this hellhole, I can attest to the sheer bedlam and hazards to which it subjects the patients at night. For instance, right now on the recreational field outside, there is a reckless motorist who makes all of the drivers of Los Angeles seem docile and courteous by comparison." For now, he would refrain from discussing the mutant scorpion and the corpses of monstrous felines he had seen, until he was certain that his daughter would be more amenable to accepting the absurdities of what happened within these walls.
"Ergo, I highly encourage you to find your whip as soon as possible. Unless your 'new circumstances' are truly significant, I recommend that you maintain your original plans." He would have offered to accompany her, for the prospect of getting his own belongings back was promising... but to suddenly change his own plans would imply weakness of will. Besides, the longer he took to look for his file, the more chance he was affording the brat and his spiky-haired watch dog to find it first and use it against him.