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[A certain fraccion is sitting out by his lonesome, looking rather depressed as he twirled a scalpel between his fingers, before throwing it into the dirt as hard as he could with a faint growl. Of course, him throwing something as hard as he could meant that the scalpel buried itself almost entirely. Another faint sigh escaped from him; he supposed he should pull it back out before one of the children around encountered it, but he didn't have the heart for it.]

[He could use a hug... or a specimen to play with. Either one.]

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He should have, by this point. He's old enough... The maids must not have tried to teach him yet.

...He plays out here a lot. He used to try to get me to play with him.

The human mind can only process so much on its own. Eventually, one must learn from others...

[He continues scanning the fields; no Luke that he can see...]

He must have learned eventually. He talks fine back on Auldrant.

Indeed. Still, the thought that it took him so long does not set well with me...

[Gives up after a moment, not seeing or sensing anyone.]

Was it quicker for you?

I don't recall, but I imagine it was. I'm certain those in the manor wished for me to return to being 'Luke' as soon as possible.

And Guy taught you.

Guy and Natalia, as well as the tutors, not that I paid attention to most.

...Father actually got you tutors?

... [smiles] Well, tried to.

Even that's a surprise, though. I didn't think he would have cared enough.

Of course he did. Though, I assume purely to keep up the appearance of caring for he who was meant to be the next king of Kimlasca.

...Yeah, I guess he kind of had to.

...He might be trying to get some food or something.

I suppose so...

[turns to Asch]

For now I'll concern myself with you. Come to my lab.

...Can I keep my clothes on this time?

No.

[Already walking; keep up, kiddo or he's dragging you. >:|]

...I don't have a choice in this, do I? [reluctantly starts following]

[He doesn't even bother to answer since the answer is so obvious. Instead, he leads him to his lab in silence, holding the door open for Asch to enter first.]

[goes in, staying silent]

[Starts in after him, adjusting his gloves and waving him to the examination table.]

Shirt off, lay down.

[Disappears into the back to get some things.]

...Okay. [slowly does as he's told, then rather impatiently waits for Luke to return]

[He comes back quickly... but with a machine with a lot of needles.]

[A lot of needles.]

[This Asch may not have a real problem with needles, but even that's a bit too much for him. When he sees it he quickly sits up and glares at Luke.]

What the hell is that for?

Lay down. [Insert a, "how dare you disobey doctor's orders" look here.] When a needle is inserted, this machine will generate what is supposed to be your fonon frequency. If the sound generated is harmonious with the sound from the machine, you should be fine. If not, then we need to find your replica.

...You're crazy. [lays down anyway]