[Oh, lucky, no blood tests until later. Constantin hums appreciatively and sips at his cup again; already he wants only to just melt on Daniil for the rest of the evening, but straight vodka and sadness do that to a person, he supposes. It's comforting to hear this, ah... plan? Is it a plan? He doesn't know what half of these words even are that Daniil is going on about, and not only the Latin.
But it sounds very plan-like, and he delivers it with the confidence of a dandy doctor who has already done the whole thing, not simply talked about it, which is encouraging in its own way. Constantin can't help but wonder if anything they can do while still here will... take? Will it matter if he's in perfect health here if they will put him back to how he was? Can medicine also defeat Time?
Still, it's worth a try. He would rather not die, and mm, that there are those here who would try for him, or talk to him through a door while he quietly breaks down— that's nice. That's better.
And yet:] You are going to think me some backwards fool puttering about in the muck, but what is a vaccine?
[He can guess from context, maybe, but what? The doctors at home merely take blood until it's visibly sick and then that's the entire treatment, so... huh?
Luckily (?), he's feeling decent enough to let out a dry little laugh.]
Do you remember when you wanted me to be your assistant? I suppose I nearly am!
[Ha ha... an assistant specifically to give blood samples and mope, buuuut...]
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Date: 2021-08-08 04:23 pm (UTC)But it sounds very plan-like, and he delivers it with the confidence of a dandy doctor who has already done the whole thing, not simply talked about it, which is encouraging in its own way. Constantin can't help but wonder if anything they can do while still here will... take? Will it matter if he's in perfect health here if they will put him back to how he was? Can medicine also defeat Time?
Still, it's worth a try. He would rather not die, and mm, that there are those here who would try for him, or talk to him through a door while he quietly breaks down— that's nice. That's better.
And yet:] You are going to think me some backwards fool puttering about in the muck, but what is a vaccine?
[He can guess from context, maybe, but what? The doctors at home merely take blood until it's visibly sick and then that's the entire treatment, so... huh?
Luckily (?), he's feeling decent enough to let out a dry little laugh.]
Do you remember when you wanted me to be your assistant? I suppose I nearly am!
[Ha ha... an assistant specifically to give blood samples and mope, buuuut...]