[ Stealth may be the name of Itachi's game, but a light within such a dark room – casting shadows onto already inky walls – sabotages his efforts. It's a beacon in the largely abandoned building, a siren's song to the Vulcan moving silently from lower floors to spot the flicker by chance.
It blends into green-tinged walls, illuminated in patches by the aurora forcing its way through the occasional window, but not well enough. And so Spock answers the call.
He does not attempt to muffle footsteps that are light already by nature and so his words are not what he anticipates will first betray his presence, but that seems to be of little concern. Most things seem to be of little concern to the Enterprise's emotionally dysfunctional first officer. ]
Uchiha-san. [ A far politer and more appropriate form of address; after all, he is teaching the man's significant other Japanese for a reason. ] If you are seeking out a certain book in particular, perhaps I may be of service.
[Forget the suffering of outcast isolation and betrayed loyalty and brotherly hatred, this is his penance for all of the wrongs he has committed in life. This person. This encounter.
Itachi has come to a stop at the mouth of an aisle, lamp held aloft. A dead gaze falls onto the Vulcan; low light disguises some of his complexion but does not fully detract how deeply unwell he appears. Sick white skin and sleepless eyes stare out of a drawn, unsmiling face.]
Why are you here? [Curt, short, and rudely not answering the question.] All of the native gems have evacuated due to the situation with Malachite, so you should as well. There's no reason to stay. [Never mind why he's here himself. Doesn't matter.]
[ I'm so sorry that you assaulted me with a vegetable, I can see why my presence haunts you so. ]
I work here, [ Spock returns calmly, and Itachi is treated to the somewhat disconcerting sight of a glowing pair of eyes when the limited light catches them perfectly for a reflective – and somewhat feline – flash. A gift of his Vulcan anatomy, eyesight lesser than a human's during the day but far more sensitive to the infrared spectrum at night. ]
I am attempting to construct a generator in the basement and have seen significant success so far. I should have power back on in this building shortly if I am able to continue my efforts. [ Here, he pauses. ]
[That reflective flash of light narrows his attention onto Spock more fully, heightened with suspicion. A trick of anatomy in a normal man—although there is something unusual to Spock's appearance that suggests he may not be human. It wouldn't be the first individual that has crossed his path in this place who isn't. However, he's only seen eyeshine present in cats.
... Spock is not a cat. Nor does he appear Erune, lacking the attributes of both Eustace and Six. So, then what?]
You demonstrate too much concern for the health of a stranger. [He noticed the change in address of his name; what is he not being told?] Perhaps I have been eating defective vegetables.
[He sounds passive aggressive even in a flat monotone.]
Return to your work. I don't intend to get in the way.
You have been. [ That much he knows; he scanned the vegetables himself. Did he also take readings on the vegetables in the home in which he's been offering Stiles Japanese lessons? Perhaps. Were some subpar? Perhaps. Even still... ]
The quality of your produce should not have made such a significant contribution to this level of decline, however. As such I am forced to conclude that there is another cause.
If you are unwilling to discuss it, I can still offer my assistance. I am far more familiar with the contents of this library and their individual locations than you are.
... Fine. [A fair point to make, and one he's willing to accept in lieu of discussion about his own deteriorating health. If it means locating the information he needs faster—sacrifices can be made. Sacrifices of sharing company with this individual.]
I'm looking for books related to non-medical memory loss. Also, interdimensional travel. They need not be related, but I would more be interested if they were. I understand it is a narrow topic. I was not expecting much, if any, success.
[He's just tired of sitting at home and puking up blood alone.]
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It blends into green-tinged walls, illuminated in patches by the aurora forcing its way through the occasional window, but not well enough. And so Spock answers the call.
He does not attempt to muffle footsteps that are light already by nature and so his words are not what he anticipates will first betray his presence, but that seems to be of little concern. Most things seem to be of little concern to the Enterprise's emotionally dysfunctional first officer. ]
Uchiha-san. [ A far politer and more appropriate form of address; after all, he is teaching the man's significant other Japanese for a reason. ] If you are seeking out a certain book in particular, perhaps I may be of service.
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Itachi has come to a stop at the mouth of an aisle, lamp held aloft. A dead gaze falls onto the Vulcan; low light disguises some of his complexion but does not fully detract how deeply unwell he appears. Sick white skin and sleepless eyes stare out of a drawn, unsmiling face.]
Why are you here? [Curt, short, and rudely not answering the question.] All of the native gems have evacuated due to the situation with Malachite, so you should as well. There's no reason to stay. [Never mind why he's here himself. Doesn't matter.]
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I work here, [ Spock returns calmly, and Itachi is treated to the somewhat disconcerting sight of a glowing pair of eyes when the limited light catches them perfectly for a reflective – and somewhat feline – flash. A gift of his Vulcan anatomy, eyesight lesser than a human's during the day but far more sensitive to the infrared spectrum at night. ]
I am attempting to construct a generator in the basement and have seen significant success so far. I should have power back on in this building shortly if I am able to continue my efforts. [ Here, he pauses. ]
You look extremely unwell.
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... Spock is not a cat. Nor does he appear Erune, lacking the attributes of both Eustace and Six. So, then what?]
You demonstrate too much concern for the health of a stranger. [He noticed the change in address of his name; what is he not being told?] Perhaps I have been eating defective vegetables.
[He sounds passive aggressive even in a flat monotone.]
Return to your work. I don't intend to get in the way.
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You have been. [ That much he knows; he scanned the vegetables himself. Did he also take readings on the vegetables in the home in which he's been offering Stiles Japanese lessons? Perhaps. Were some subpar? Perhaps. Even still... ]
The quality of your produce should not have made such a significant contribution to this level of decline, however. As such I am forced to conclude that there is another cause.
If you are unwilling to discuss it, I can still offer my assistance. I am far more familiar with the contents of this library and their individual locations than you are.
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... Fine. [A fair point to make, and one he's willing to accept in lieu of discussion about his own deteriorating health. If it means locating the information he needs faster—sacrifices can be made. Sacrifices of sharing company with this individual.]
I'm looking for books related to non-medical memory loss. Also, interdimensional travel. They need not be related, but I would more be interested if they were. I understand it is a narrow topic. I was not expecting much, if any, success.
[He's just tired of sitting at home and puking up blood alone.]