!!b5IxBuu9REZ 05/07/12(Mon)03:55 No.19009135|
“...and that's why we must go so slow, even with such immediate need. Without proper order and determination of how to correctly use this power in a measured fashion—”
“Doaa.” Kraus interjects “Can I call you Doaa? Subject Zwei isn't a name for a young woman.” She says it, without thinking in the tongue of their people, the singing language of the desert. She locks eyes with Deus, holding her position as the blades are drawn in this swordsman's duel.
“Yes...This is acceptable if it is what you wish, doktor.” the words come out as the tight and measured response to a superior's command. But despite it, Kraus can see her mind racing to process the new development.
Taking the moment's opening to make the first thrust, Kraus continues
“You are a tool of the Voss empire, a means to an end. We all are, Doaa, and it is good. But even so, you are a young woman, Doaa, with a heart and a brain.”
“That is of no consequence, doktor, my heart has no place in the Voss machine” she says it just how she's supposed to, but with the ghost of a grimace as the words are forced past her lips “my superiors are those who should think and feel for me. With the kind of power I hold, there is no time to have doubts, or misconceptions it's—it's inefficient is what it is”