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maskormenace2014-06-26 02:22 pm
beenwaitinglong) wrote in maskormenace2014-06-26 02:22 pm
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- † eiko magami | n/a,
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- † mia fey | n/a,
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- † roy mustang | the flame alchemist,
- † will graham | wolf trap,
- † yuri petrov | lunatic
Blend #4 - Video
[Godot sits on the sofa in the living room of his new apartment. The room is bare except for a few small boxes, and a coffee table in front of him on which the communicator is resting. Something like 12 white coffee cups are scattered around the table's surface.]
Indulge me in a parable, my Imported amigos.
[You don't really get a choice, it seems, as he is all ready to go. It's time for Morality, Philosophy and Coffee Talk with Godot.]
There once was a doctor who lived in a small, peaceful town. He was very successful, and often called to other nearby villages to care for the people there.
The doctor returned from a long journey one day to find the door to his home left open. When he went inside, to his horror, he found his family, dead, all the victims of murder. He caught a glimpse of a man fleeing through the back window with a bag of valuables. The doctor gave chase, but could the man escaped into the woods. There were no other witnesses, and the doctor was left alone with nothing but his grief.
[He pauses for a slow, savored sip of the coffee in his mug. For a moment, it almost seems he's forgotten about the story, so concerned is he with the coffee. Just when it starts to become an awkward silence, he continues.]
The doctor left his home to continue his traveling practice, haunted by what had happened to his family. Years passed, and he finally felt able to move on with his life.
One day, he was working the back lines of a battlefield. The camp was small, and he was the only doctor working. A cry came out from one of the nurses, and the doctor rushed to help. A patient needed surgery, quickly, in order to live.
But when the doctor saw the face of the man lying unconscious in the bed, he recognized him. It was the same man he had seen fleeing from his home the day his family had died. Here, a man who had made a vow to save lives held in his hands the life of a man who may have committed the ultimate personal wrong against him.
His oath and his livelihood bind him to save this man. However, he could also do nothing-- or alternatively, twist the scalpel in his hands a little too far to the left or right, press a little too hard, and watch him die.
[Godot gives this part a long, dramatic pause as he finishes off the last of his mug.]
That's the end of the story. But the answer depends on the listener.
So tell me. Does the doctor save his life, or not?
Indulge me in a parable, my Imported amigos.
[You don't really get a choice, it seems, as he is all ready to go. It's time for Morality, Philosophy and Coffee Talk with Godot.]
There once was a doctor who lived in a small, peaceful town. He was very successful, and often called to other nearby villages to care for the people there.
The doctor returned from a long journey one day to find the door to his home left open. When he went inside, to his horror, he found his family, dead, all the victims of murder. He caught a glimpse of a man fleeing through the back window with a bag of valuables. The doctor gave chase, but could the man escaped into the woods. There were no other witnesses, and the doctor was left alone with nothing but his grief.
[He pauses for a slow, savored sip of the coffee in his mug. For a moment, it almost seems he's forgotten about the story, so concerned is he with the coffee. Just when it starts to become an awkward silence, he continues.]
The doctor left his home to continue his traveling practice, haunted by what had happened to his family. Years passed, and he finally felt able to move on with his life.
One day, he was working the back lines of a battlefield. The camp was small, and he was the only doctor working. A cry came out from one of the nurses, and the doctor rushed to help. A patient needed surgery, quickly, in order to live.
But when the doctor saw the face of the man lying unconscious in the bed, he recognized him. It was the same man he had seen fleeing from his home the day his family had died. Here, a man who had made a vow to save lives held in his hands the life of a man who may have committed the ultimate personal wrong against him.
His oath and his livelihood bind him to save this man. However, he could also do nothing-- or alternatively, twist the scalpel in his hands a little too far to the left or right, press a little too hard, and watch him die.
[Godot gives this part a long, dramatic pause as he finishes off the last of his mug.]
That's the end of the story. But the answer depends on the listener.
So tell me. Does the doctor save his life, or not?
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He recognizes her, all right. Just didn't know she was the daughter of a backalley doctor.]
Good point. It all depends widely on what sort of a man the doctor is-- and what sort of doctor he is as well.
What if we suppose he was an ordinary, normal, non-backalley doctor?
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[Delivered simply, and matter-of-fact. Savor that, because it quickly turns convoluted and trippy as she clenches a fist.]
Because, even if the doctor can live with killing the guy, if he does now then it isn't fair! Because, you said it was his family, right? If it was just his wife, or just his son, then he might be able to justify a life for a life! But, but! If it's more than one, letting him die is letting him off easy. He needs to live to pay for the other lives he stole! And the money too! Plus, if it's really been years...the doctor would definitely have questions. Unquestionably, even if he thinks he's made peace, he'll have questions!
He can't get those answered, even if the answers are stupid, if he lets the guy die.
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[Suddenly slightly alarmed about this kid. Though she does answer questions something like a few hardened gangsters he's known.]
I suppose I can see that answer.
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[And she seems almost proud of that.]
Doctors are probably better at math, though. So does that mean I got it right?