[It's a real shame this solution too is so allegedly fleeting. Palamedes takes God for a liar, and while he cannot guess the reason, he believes in the solidity of the pattern. Cytherea; Lyctorhood; nudges and pokes and subtle manipulations to shut up and stop asking questions. He reasons Viktor returning for more "treatments" will only end uncomfortably for Viktor and therefore himself, for the obvious reasons; it's a shame.
He supposes he can be polite in public, though, in exchange for this treatment. Make eye contact the next time he visits God's study (which he does not think will be for some time, but still).
He sighs at his omni, hanging his head over it for a moment with his eyes shut, still tired, but feeling less erratic than a minute ago. Alright.]
My judgment is always be on your guard.
This isn't a dream, but of course, the 'imposing our will' theory. I've discussed it with a few people. I'm not sure it works as simply as wanting something badly enough, [or Viktor would surely be healed already?] but assuming it's true, there's already proof it isn't entirely immutable. We keep the scars we get here, which hardly have anything to do with my personal picture of myself, at least.
[He's thinking of the scars down low around the joints of his ankles, where Paul had helped him cut out bloodstones ages ago, before he'd died at sea and which still show precisely where they were the first time, an entire body ago. Perhaps there's merit in Viktor's hypothesis about the mental realm in a different sense; that day had required an amount of mutual trust that, in Palamedes' opinion, cemented his and Paul's friendship.
Maybe. Maybe.]
Please don't aim to shock yourself into better health, I'm liable to pass out and then you'll have to roll me under a table someplace. I've been honing my surgical skills, though. For you. ❤️
[And for the locals who need it, but he sees an opportunity to flirt about medical practice and he takes it.]
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He supposes he can be polite in public, though, in exchange for this treatment. Make eye contact the next time he visits God's study (which he does not think will be for some time, but still).
He sighs at his omni, hanging his head over it for a moment with his eyes shut, still tired, but feeling less erratic than a minute ago. Alright.]
My judgment is always be on your guard.
This isn't a dream, but of course, the 'imposing our will' theory. I've discussed it with a few people. I'm not sure it works as simply as wanting something badly enough, [or Viktor would surely be healed already?] but assuming it's true, there's already proof it isn't entirely immutable. We keep the scars we get here, which hardly have anything to do with my personal picture of myself, at least.
[He's thinking of the scars down low around the joints of his ankles, where Paul had helped him cut out bloodstones ages ago, before he'd died at sea and which still show precisely where they were the first time, an entire body ago. Perhaps there's merit in Viktor's hypothesis about the mental realm in a different sense; that day had required an amount of mutual trust that, in Palamedes' opinion, cemented his and Paul's friendship.
Maybe. Maybe.]
Please don't aim to shock yourself into better health, I'm liable to pass out and then you'll have to roll me under a table someplace. I've been honing my surgical skills, though. For you. ❤️
[And for the locals who need it, but he sees an opportunity to flirt about medical practice and he takes it.]