Someone doesn't get the joke

[jolting]

What exactly is the point of this? ... "For science" is not an acceptable answer.

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[uncurse]

At least she's got a sense of humor.

[jolting]

I don't see what's funny about science.

[monsterindeed]

I wouldn't bother trying to reason with them. Logic does not seem to be a strong point among mundanes.

[humble]

What answer would you prefer?

[jolting]

Apparently neither is "sanity".

[jolting]

One that offers some sort of purpose beyond the whims of a silly girl.

But enough of that. How are you feeling today? [because doctor still has to do his thing]

[monsterindeed]

[A twitch of one corner of his mouth that might be amusement, might be a tic.]

No. Neither is sanity. One could argue that as they seem prone to speaking to... "fictional characters"... from time to time in this place they are all quite insane.

[jolting]

I am not fictional, despite rumors to the contrary.

[monsterindeed]

Neither am I. Your point?

[jolting]

That was the point. [he's already dealt with one identity crisis, okay]

[humble]

But there's still so much you could learn. You could find a purpose.

And, well... I feel fine. Is that strange?

[jolting]

That's very optimistic of you, but it's not nearly as easy as you make it sound.

[being the doctor is easy for him, so he anchors into it] No, not strange at all. It's a good sign if you're feeling better. I would need to examine you just to be safe, but I could release you from the hospital if you're feeling up to it.

[monsterindeed]

[Cabal shares your pain, Viktor. Don't mention elder gods. Just don't.]

You're direct. Sehr gut.

[jolting]

[no worries about that. And oh hey, he knows this language]

Vielen dank, ich versuche.

[monsterindeed]

[Another German-speaking scientist?! WHAT IS THIS. Also mun is so, so sorry if the language gets butchered as they don't actually... speak it. /sobs]

Du bist willkommen, Herr...?

[humble]

Even if you did release me, where would I go? I think it's safer inside the hospital than outside of it. For now, that is.

[jolting]

[he almost suggests she go back to his place. But even he has his boundaries, and he's not stupid enough to hit on Gold's girlfriend]

If you think that's best. I can have you transferred to a better room instead.

[jolting]

[all the cool scientists speak German. And come abuse Google Translate with me]

Es ist Arzt, ob Sie nur können mich anrufen Whale.

[monsterindeed]

[... Google Translate is better than it was the last time I looked at it. Most excellent.]

Ein Arzt? Wie bedauerlich. Ich bin Herr Cabal.

[jolting]

["unfortunate" does cover it, sad to say. But even then, he doesn't mind the work. And he didn't get his PHD from a curse]

Schön, dich zu treffen, Herr Cabal.

[humble]

There are better rooms?

[monsterindeed]

[If only they knew how much they actually have in common. ALAS.

Cabal inclines his head.]

Und Sie, Doktor Whale.

[There might be a slight inflection on Doktor that gives away his distaste for the profession. But he's at least making an effort to be civil, which is more than Cabal does for most.]

[jolting]

[don't think he didn't notice that. It irritates him enough to switch back to English]

Just "Whale" will do, thank you.

[jolting]

Yes. It's a little hospital secret I don't usually divulge.

[monsterindeed]

[A slight lift of a pale eyebrow.]

Just Whale it is.