And there, that flash of anger, that denial so obvious. Stein's grin widened as he let his eyes focus in on that special wavelength so he could see the turmoil inside. He was sure the boy's soul was-
...not there?
"Okay, calm down now," said Stein as the boy slumped back, the grin disappearing from his face and being replaced with a look of seriousness. "Don't aggravate your injuries any further."
He got up and walked over to the boy, unceremoniously pulling up his shirt so he could check his wounds. There didn't seem to be any bleeding, and by the feel of it, as Stein probed with his fingers, it seemed his stitches were okay still. No real damage done, but it had been close.
"It seems you're okay, but try to be a little more careful, all right?" he requested as he let Forte's shirt drop back down, his voice now more what one would expect from a doctor than the questioning, mocking tone he'd been using before. In the end, these people were his patients and he was responsible for their well-being at the moment.
More concerning though was the fact that Stein couldn't see his soul. A quick glance out into the hallway confirmed that there was nothing wrong with him; there was the nurse, there was the doctor in the next room over. But from this boy, he got nothing. The probing wavelength he'd sent in when he checked the injury had also come back empty. What was going on here?
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...not there?
"Okay, calm down now," said Stein as the boy slumped back, the grin disappearing from his face and being replaced with a look of seriousness. "Don't aggravate your injuries any further."
He got up and walked over to the boy, unceremoniously pulling up his shirt so he could check his wounds. There didn't seem to be any bleeding, and by the feel of it, as Stein probed with his fingers, it seemed his stitches were okay still. No real damage done, but it had been close.
"It seems you're okay, but try to be a little more careful, all right?" he requested as he let Forte's shirt drop back down, his voice now more what one would expect from a doctor than the questioning, mocking tone he'd been using before. In the end, these people were his patients and he was responsible for their well-being at the moment.
More concerning though was the fact that Stein couldn't see his soul. A quick glance out into the hallway confirmed that there was nothing wrong with him; there was the nurse, there was the doctor in the next room over. But from this boy, he got nothing. The probing wavelength he'd sent in when he checked the injury had also come back empty. What was going on here?