[Replacement. What a word. What a hateful word. And yet, they deal with it every day, what with those shards of identity being interlaid onto each and every sinner. Worlds beyond their understanding intersecting into a single person. He thinks Dante must be blessed not to deal with any of that. But there's still the problem of the Dante of the past, the Dante of the present, and the Dante of the future. And the future feels like it could be here, a thrumming truth ready to be opened, like a set of curtains.]
[Thrumming like these winding gears he sees below him. Perhaps Faust would have a better idea of what this exactly is. All he knows is that one component is some sort of memory module, which is best to be dried but more or less left alone. To "reset" the other back to some base memory-less state would be terrible for everyone involved. Well..maybe not? But the thought of having to bring Dante up to speed makes his head twinge with the echo of a headache as he moves along, trying his best to steel his hand as he feels them twitch and grasp him, like an anchor in a stormy sea.]
[He wonders, offhandedly, if it hurts.]
[...Oh well. They all hurt, in some fashion.]
[A bit more dabs, wipes, and he feels like he's getting close to catching what wet spots he sees. The new noise makes him pause - he glances down, catching the tap of a finger, before that noted red gaze meets where human eyes would likely be located. All he sees is gears, here.]
...You're wondering about this thing? I wouldn't choose it in a million years. I like my head where it is. [Even if his body is augmented past human recognition, to switch out his head like this? Nah. He shifts his hand to slide down the rag over the edge of their frame, like a nurse would wipe off the sweat off a sick man's face.] But you did have a bit of an ego. Probably came with the bigwig status.
( it has been, of course, a temptation to look into the mirror for themself as they had directed the sinners to do so many times before. the inherent dangers in that, of course, are obvious. given the state their mind is in suddenly devoid their previous memories and self, it might be potentially dangerous to them to view alternate versions of themself; either those that might have proceeded down a similar path than before, though perhaps having chosen differently in the events leading up to them donning this prosthetic and being swept up as the manager of the LCB team. and even if they did view versions of themself that were parts of other companies in different parts of the City... what would that matter to them? they need terms as basic as "Fixer" explained to them, so would it not just be more confusing when all of those memories and knowledge of alternate universes came flooding into them?
and then there was the functional danger of it: were dante's memories and thoughts temporarily overwritten by a different version of themself, but still with all of the abilities and authority they have over the sinners... what on earth might happen? there are too many variables. it's too dangerous. with some of the identities they call on their sinners to assume, that's dangerous enough...
no, it's best this way. they... they have to accept that they are best this way.
for the life of them, dante can't remember anything about the moments leading up to when vergilius, charon, and the sinners had come charging through the wilderness in District 4 to save their life. they don't know anything about this prosthetic, about why they had chosen it... they think that it has to have been a practical choice, though maybe their former self really did just have that bombastic of a taste in style? the gears and mechanical parts click once more, moving forward a single iteration, to acknowledge vergilius' comments on the matter.
unlike their guide, they don't believe they have any other parts of themself that have been replaced or augmented... though, then again, they probably wouldn't know, would they? it just makes them wonder why they had made that decision, and why it makes them more convinced it had been done for a purpose.
the cloth wiping over the edge of the clock's frame is an odd sensation, one like being tickled by a stray hair; dante suppresses the impulse to reach up and mess with it.
an ego... they can't imagine it. they are the "executive manager" of this part of the Company, so they acknowledge that they have a certain amount of importance and authority within it, but... everything they have heard about their former self implies they had had all of that and more, and they had worn it with confidence and perhaps even arrogance. as much as is possible in this vulnerable state, dante seems to shrink in on themself as they consider it, wilting as a flower might under severe sun without adequate water.
"am I a disappointment, the way that I am?" is the thing they wish they could ask. or perhaps they don't. they don't want to hear the answer. instead, after a long silence, they try to leave the difficult subject behind, pointing towards their head, still left open.
the lack of existential dread makes dante think that vergilius is close to doing what he can to dry it out. they certainly... feel better, though still not quite calm. but better nonetheless. )
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[Thrumming like these winding gears he sees below him. Perhaps Faust would have a better idea of what this exactly is. All he knows is that one component is some sort of memory module, which is best to be dried but more or less left alone. To "reset" the other back to some base memory-less state would be terrible for everyone involved. Well..maybe not? But the thought of having to bring Dante up to speed makes his head twinge with the echo of a headache as he moves along, trying his best to steel his hand as he feels them twitch and grasp him, like an anchor in a stormy sea.]
[He wonders, offhandedly, if it hurts.]
[...Oh well. They all hurt, in some fashion.]
[A bit more dabs, wipes, and he feels like he's getting close to catching what wet spots he sees. The new noise makes him pause - he glances down, catching the tap of a finger, before that noted red gaze meets where human eyes would likely be located. All he sees is gears, here.]
...You're wondering about this thing? I wouldn't choose it in a million years. I like my head where it is. [Even if his body is augmented past human recognition, to switch out his head like this? Nah. He shifts his hand to slide down the rag over the edge of their frame, like a nurse would wipe off the sweat off a sick man's face.] But you did have a bit of an ego. Probably came with the bigwig status.
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and then there was the functional danger of it: were dante's memories and thoughts temporarily overwritten by a different version of themself, but still with all of the abilities and authority they have over the sinners... what on earth might happen? there are too many variables. it's too dangerous. with some of the identities they call on their sinners to assume, that's dangerous enough...
no, it's best this way. they... they have to accept that they are best this way.
for the life of them, dante can't remember anything about the moments leading up to when vergilius, charon, and the sinners had come charging through the wilderness in District 4 to save their life. they don't know anything about this prosthetic, about why they had chosen it... they think that it has to have been a practical choice, though maybe their former self really did just have that bombastic of a taste in style? the gears and mechanical parts click once more, moving forward a single iteration, to acknowledge vergilius' comments on the matter.
unlike their guide, they don't believe they have any other parts of themself that have been replaced or augmented... though, then again, they probably wouldn't know, would they? it just makes them wonder why they had made that decision, and why it makes them more convinced it had been done for a purpose.
the cloth wiping over the edge of the clock's frame is an odd sensation, one like being tickled by a stray hair; dante suppresses the impulse to reach up and mess with it.
an ego... they can't imagine it. they are the "executive manager" of this part of the Company, so they acknowledge that they have a certain amount of importance and authority within it, but... everything they have heard about their former self implies they had had all of that and more, and they had worn it with confidence and perhaps even arrogance. as much as is possible in this vulnerable state, dante seems to shrink in on themself as they consider it, wilting as a flower might under severe sun without adequate water.
"am I a disappointment, the way that I am?" is the thing they wish they could ask. or perhaps they don't. they don't want to hear the answer. instead, after a long silence, they try to leave the difficult subject behind, pointing towards their head, still left open.
the lack of existential dread makes dante think that vergilius is close to doing what he can to dry it out. they certainly... feel better, though still not quite calm. but better nonetheless. )