( 4 has no idea what arcanum is but he can make some guesses, not that it matters per se. what does matter: the scalpel against his neck and the faint hiss that escapes him, blotted out when he grits his teeth. the indifference shifts to something sharper, only to give way once again to confusion as he realizes medicine isn't even talking to him at this point.
as it happens, 4 is fairly good at receiving and obeying orders. but this is usually when said orders are given by his namesake or related parties. medicine pocket is none of these as far as he can tell, and so, even with his blood welling up again and the scalpel still to his neck, he says with a severe austerity, )
There's nothing worth preserving about it. The sample you already took will also be useless.
( he can't imagine medicine pocket needs a mobile suit pilot under their thumb, but even then, the blood itself would do nothing. it's 4 himself as a whole, as laughable as it is to him, masquerading under elan ceres' name his known "life". )
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as it happens, 4 is fairly good at receiving and obeying orders. but this is usually when said orders are given by his namesake or related parties. medicine pocket is none of these as far as he can tell, and so, even with his blood welling up again and the scalpel still to his neck, he says with a severe austerity, )
There's nothing worth preserving about it. The sample you already took will also be useless.
( he can't imagine medicine pocket needs a mobile suit pilot under their thumb, but even then, the blood itself would do nothing. it's 4 himself as a whole, as laughable as it is to him, masquerading under elan ceres' name his known "life". )