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[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{She's reaching out as she appears on the Plane, but her fingers grasp at the air before her hand falls back to her side.}

He's gone. He doesn't...remember.

{She starts to laugh, but it's very broken, and unsettling}

Ne, is that what Amshel meant? Disgusting, filthy, lying humans. I can't---shouldn't trust them. It's why, why Amshel, everyone died! They left me, and now, he's gone too. I hate them! I--I...

{But her mood changes again, and Diva takes a few delicate steps forward before she simply drops to her knees, her hands clutching tightly at her side as she begins to tremble}

I'm sorry, I really am sorry---Why didn't you say goodbye? Ne, what about your promise? Why did you...Please, please come back, Sam! I love you, I need you, please don't be gone! Don't leave me! I don't, can't be alone, you--

{She breaks off, starting to sob absolutely miserably}

((ooc: note, Diva is extremely unstable now, and prone to violence if put in the wrong spot. I'll tell you if it's going that way, but just a slight warning~))

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[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

But...What is it? I'm curious.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

We have medication which could help you deal with the loss.

[that should never be prescribed like this ever, BAD CRANE, BAD! THE NARRATOR DOES NOT APPROVE OF THESE HABITS!]

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{She looks up to him without emotion for a moment, but then it all seems to flood out}

So then give it to me! I don't care! I can't just forget Sam, but I can't bear it without him either! No one---No one can be what Sam was for me, and I don't think that I can just continue to live the same way...It's not the same. Sam is...was...the most precious person in the world. It's not fair that he's gone, that he left me, that he never said that he loved me, but...

Ne, if it'll make it go away, even for a little while, that will be better than this.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[he doesn't smile at all, but he would love to]

Medication of this sort is very particular, especially as you're not human. There's the possibility that it will make you feel even worse, not to mention the dozens of other side-effects.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Even if there's a chance, I---

{She looks away, and takes her cup to take a sip}

You're right, though. It's probably a bad idea.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[Dr Crane silently drinks his tea]

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Is it bad for me to feel this way?

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

No. Only painful.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{Her hand drifts to her chest, and she's quiet and still for a long while before she speaks up again}

Ne...Is there a safe way for me to try...? If it's bad, my body will get rid of it. I don't know how it will be either, but...I want to try. I do.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[he hesitates]

It could be made more accurate if I had a sample of your blood for experimentation. I don't know how comfortable you would be with that, given your history.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{She hesitates as well, but nods slightly}

That is---I think it's fine, just for this once. I can't promise that I'll be comfortable, but...

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

It will only take a few minutes. Looking at it, I should be able to narrow down the chances of negative side-effects.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Then it's fine.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

Would you like me to take a blood sample now? I can wait, of course.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{Smiles slightly}

It's fine if it's now. If I put it off, I'll never do it, I think...

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

Then give me a moment to get what I need?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{She takes the teacup again and finishes it}

Of course.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[Dr Crane walks away to one of his stashes on the Plane and returns with all the necessary equipment, phials and so on. He stocked up after realizing he didn't have any proper materials for Emil.]

Have you ever had blood taken before? In this way, I mean.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{She frowns slightly}

I have. A long time ago, at least.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

Was it a bad experience?

[pulling out the tools and moving his chair to be beside her ask he talks]

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

It wasn't really that...It was the person doing it, I think.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

Not a friend?

[holding a rubber tie]

Your arm, please.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{She offers it}

He was, anyways. I'm sure that you've heard of him. Josef Mengele.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

The Nazi scientist. Yes, I've heard of him and his ethics violations.

[swabs the crook of her arm, then wraps the band around her upper-arm]

This will only be a moment. If talking would make you feel more comfortable, I would suggest that. However, I don't think that Mengele would be the best subject, given what you said.

[with that, he slips the needle in, getting the vein (he has been doing this for years) and watching the blood pump into the vial]

I'd like to get three vials, if you think you can sit through it.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{She flinches, and twists her feet anxiously, but continues as if there was no interruption. But she doesn't look at her own arm.}

I...don't mind talking about him. Not anymore, at least.

{Laughs dryly} I loved him. Very much. He was the first person that I think I ever truly loved, but it was still wrong. That should be expected, considering who he is, but it doesn't matter now.

{See how comfortable she is with you now, Crane? This is v. bad}