It seemed like none of them knew that for certain about the visitation. To be honest, Adelheid was almost hoping that he didn't see anyone; it had been so long since he'd met with anyone from his world- even though it had been less than a week, really- that he wasn't sure if he'd be able to tell the difference. Or, if it was a simulacrum of his sister, if he'd care to notice the difference.
On the positive side, at least his hands were healing nicely. One small benefit to hang on to?
As it was, Tamaki looked like he was about to collapse, and the two lawyers weren't doing so well either. Adelheid wished he was better at cheering people up; soothing anger he could manage, smoothing ruffled feathers was a specialty, but he'd never really had to console others. But... it wasn't like he couldn't try, right?
"I don't believe that visitation will be normal, not considering this place. One person on the bulletin board stated that the individuals involved are likely brainwashed locals who happen to bear a resemblance; I believe that, considering the technology that the Head Doctor has at his disposal..." Like drugs that could effect even the dead, and hulking orderlies, and a shield that absorbed Adelheid's attack like nothing. "...that he could easily create replicas or false versions. It may be difficult, but we must not let ourselves be shaken by these 'visitors'. No matter how close to our true families they might be."
His gaze shifted from one person to the next, one long gaze that made Adelheid sit up straight in his chair and, despite the diminishing sedation and the pain that replaced it, seemed to breathe strength and determination. He couldn't show any doubt, not when all three of the others seemed to be weakening. If need be, he would shoulder all of the burdens himself, for the sake of his friends.
"We'll know when the time comes. Until then, prepare yourselves; at least we know what will be coming." One last gaze at the others, and then Adel focused on Tamaki, a very faint smile on his face. That boy didn't deserve to go through all of this. He was pure; naive, but with a perspective and a soothing presence that Adelheid was sincerely starting to hope wouldn't dim in Landel's. Just seeing the boy's posts on the Board had cemented this impression in Adelheid's mind.
"Tamaki... you asked about my world, and while that is something that would take a long time to retell, I can share this with you. There was an organization of corrupt scientists, called the NESTs Cartel. They perfected a means of cloning, and created what was supposed to be an invincible army of one of the greatest enemies of my family. Facing that nearly destroyed me... but in the end, I realized that they weren't the real thing. In the same way, I believe you'll know if it's your real family there." Adelheid had to take a drink of his juice, throat dry and sore from the unexpected rambling. But he had to get it out, in a perhaps vain attempt to reassure the young man. "No matter how good the copy is, it still can never be the original. Please remember this, and remember also that no matter what you see, this world is not our own. That goes for all of us here."
...Adelheid really wished he could have put it better. No matter how hard he tried, it always seemed to sound false in his own ears.
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On the positive side, at least his hands were healing nicely. One small benefit to hang on to?
As it was, Tamaki looked like he was about to collapse, and the two lawyers weren't doing so well either. Adelheid wished he was better at cheering people up; soothing anger he could manage, smoothing ruffled feathers was a specialty, but he'd never really had to console others. But... it wasn't like he couldn't try, right?
"I don't believe that visitation will be normal, not considering this place. One person on the bulletin board stated that the individuals involved are likely brainwashed locals who happen to bear a resemblance; I believe that, considering the technology that the Head Doctor has at his disposal..." Like drugs that could effect even the dead, and hulking orderlies, and a shield that absorbed Adelheid's attack like nothing. "...that he could easily create replicas or false versions. It may be difficult, but we must not let ourselves be shaken by these 'visitors'. No matter how close to our true families they might be."
His gaze shifted from one person to the next, one long gaze that made Adelheid sit up straight in his chair and, despite the diminishing sedation and the pain that replaced it, seemed to breathe strength and determination. He couldn't show any doubt, not when all three of the others seemed to be weakening. If need be, he would shoulder all of the burdens himself, for the sake of his friends.
"We'll know when the time comes. Until then, prepare yourselves; at least we know what will be coming." One last gaze at the others, and then Adel focused on Tamaki, a very faint smile on his face. That boy didn't deserve to go through all of this. He was pure; naive, but with a perspective and a soothing presence that Adelheid was sincerely starting to hope wouldn't dim in Landel's. Just seeing the boy's posts on the Board had cemented this impression in Adelheid's mind.
"Tamaki... you asked about my world, and while that is something that would take a long time to retell, I can share this with you. There was an organization of corrupt scientists, called the NESTs Cartel. They perfected a means of cloning, and created what was supposed to be an invincible army of one of the greatest enemies of my family. Facing that nearly destroyed me... but in the end, I realized that they weren't the real thing. In the same way, I believe you'll know if it's your real family there." Adelheid had to take a drink of his juice, throat dry and sore from the unexpected rambling. But he had to get it out, in a perhaps vain attempt to reassure the young man. "No matter how good the copy is, it still can never be the original. Please remember this, and remember also that no matter what you see, this world is not our own. That goes for all of us here."
...Adelheid really wished he could have put it better. No matter how hard he tried, it always seemed to sound false in his own ears.