"A car accident?" Fynn frowns quite a bit when he hears that. "Christ, Togusa! What if the father demands to see the proof? What then? Are you going to forge the entire incident?" There's such a thing as going too far into the rabbit's hole and this happens to be one of them.
"Micromachines? We're talking micro technology?" He arches his brow some. "I know from my memories that all sorts of miraculous wonders were bestowed to us by the fal'Cie. They could easily heal the wounded or sick. In fact, I don't remember anyone missing an arm or leg that wasn't reconstructed through science and technology." Fynn sits there and let's all the information stew for a bit before saying the following.
"Maybe." He replies after a moment of pensive silence. "But is that a bad thing?"
Togusa bristles, his patience far shorter than normal right now. "What the hell else was I supposed to say? How else does a kid lose an arm in a damn afternoon!" He puts the coffee cup down and runs a hand through his hair in frustration as he takes a long breath out. But he does listen. Fynn's not the person to be angry at.
Togusa slowly looks at Fynn in curiosity, melting some of the helpless feeling at the whole situation. He is remembering something similar? "fal'Cie?" He tries to repeat the unfamiliar word. "Something like what your brother can do?" He is slowly piecing together the picture of the world that the two of them (presumably) come from.
But Fynn's last comment is unnerving. Like Togusa can't just take the credit for this. "It'll have been one of the few good things Retrospec's done," he mutters.
His colleague's outburst is met with a deep sigh. "I know, I know..." Fynn mutters under his breath as he looks anywhere but in Togusa's direction. There wasn't much Togusa could say other than that but surely the parents would want to sue the deceased driver's family. That's what worries Fynn most about this grand lie. It could easily unravel at the seams if they're not careful.
"Not exactly." He mumbles his reply as he pries out a cigarette from his pocket. Bad habit, a new bad habit. Stress sort of steered Fynn down this path. "Or maybe it's just like his powers but humans aren't suppose to wield magic." Fynn comments as he lights up. After a few pulls, he explains.
"Ardyn's abilities are...unique." Fynn sighs. "Strangely unique. I still don't know what to think about them but I've never known man to erase time like that." That's exactly what Ardyn does, isn't? "He erases everything done to a person and heals them from head to toe. It's beyond simple tender caring and more like this supernatural bullshit I can't even begin to comprehend." There's an odd hint of bitterness in Fynn's tone that overwhelms him. Not jealousy but definitely something akin to anger.
"Remember, no good deed goes unpunished." A pause. "Ever."
"I've got to trust that James can keep his father focused on him." It's the best that Togusa can do. The man is dealing with enough, Togusa has to hope that it's too much for him to continue to pursue this.
Togusa eyes Fynn producing a cigarette cautiously. Not his choice, but it's a sign that Togusa isn't the only one strained right now. "Humans aren't supposed to wield magic?" Togusa repeats. "Is that why Ardyn's abilities come with so much of a cost? Whatever happened to him, it wasn't supposed to." He shakes his head.
"It's-" Hmm. "I worry for Ardyn. And he's the exact kind of person to lose himself to those abilities. He cares. A lot. It's. Strange. He makes himself so much larger than life, almost into a caricature, but I know he does think highly of himself, and somehow cares for himself last at the exact same time." He glances at Fynn. "The more you two can learn, maybe you can help him before it's too late."
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"Micromachines? We're talking micro technology?" He arches his brow some. "I know from my memories that all sorts of miraculous wonders were bestowed to us by the fal'Cie. They could easily heal the wounded or sick. In fact, I don't remember anyone missing an arm or leg that wasn't reconstructed through science and technology." Fynn sits there and let's all the information stew for a bit before saying the following.
"Maybe." He replies after a moment of pensive silence. "But is that a bad thing?"
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Togusa slowly looks at Fynn in curiosity, melting some of the helpless feeling at the whole situation. He is remembering something similar? "fal'Cie?" He tries to repeat the unfamiliar word. "Something like what your brother can do?" He is slowly piecing together the picture of the world that the two of them (presumably) come from.
But Fynn's last comment is unnerving. Like Togusa can't just take the credit for this. "It'll have been one of the few good things Retrospec's done," he mutters.
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"Not exactly." He mumbles his reply as he pries out a cigarette from his pocket. Bad habit, a new bad habit. Stress sort of steered Fynn down this path. "Or maybe it's just like his powers but humans aren't suppose to wield magic." Fynn comments as he lights up. After a few pulls, he explains.
"Ardyn's abilities are...unique." Fynn sighs. "Strangely unique. I still don't know what to think about them but I've never known man to erase time like that." That's exactly what Ardyn does, isn't? "He erases everything done to a person and heals them from head to toe. It's beyond simple tender caring and more like this supernatural bullshit I can't even begin to comprehend." There's an odd hint of bitterness in Fynn's tone that overwhelms him. Not jealousy but definitely something akin to anger.
"Remember, no good deed goes unpunished." A pause. "Ever."
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Togusa eyes Fynn producing a cigarette cautiously. Not his choice, but it's a sign that Togusa isn't the only one strained right now. "Humans aren't supposed to wield magic?" Togusa repeats. "Is that why Ardyn's abilities come with so much of a cost? Whatever happened to him, it wasn't supposed to." He shakes his head.
"It's-" Hmm. "I worry for Ardyn. And he's the exact kind of person to lose himself to those abilities. He cares. A lot. It's. Strange. He makes himself so much larger than life, almost into a caricature, but I know he does think highly of himself, and somehow cares for himself last at the exact same time." He glances at Fynn. "The more you two can learn, maybe you can help him before it's too late."