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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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...Is that bad?

To be honest, I didn't expect you to be in perfect condition, but it's not exactly... completely worrisome.

...So, it's bad. But not as bad as it could be...?

Your life isn't in danger as of yet. Still, if you were to locate your replica, I would request that the both of you come to me immediately.

So you can hurt me.

[Rolls his eyes]

Do you have any idea the amount of pain that went into my creation? Sometimes you have to suffer to feel better.

...I don't understand.

There are people who get horrible diseases every day. Cancer, broken limbs, other problems that require medication or treatment that is just as painful as what they are suffering from in order to get a small modicum of relief. Consider yourself fortunate that this, so far, has only been a small bit of pain.

[grabs the machine to wheel it back out of the room, before he pauses.]

...in the end, my original was having heart attacks almost every day. Because of me.

...Will I get to that point, as well...?

That depends on you, and how you wish to proceed from here.

[Rolls the machine back into the other room; you're dismissed, ~~specimen~~ patient.]

[Pulls his clothes back on after Luke leaves, although he makes no move to leave himself, yet.]

[Comes back out after a few minutes, clearly surprised to see him still there.]

Anything else troubling you, Asch?

...No, not really. Why...?

Then you may leave. I believe you have more pressing issues to attend to.

...I don't have anything else to attend to, actually. It's not like there's anything to actually do around here. But if you want me to leave, I will.

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