John became more nervous as Sam kept staring at him. "You went to Titor?" John nods at the question. "Because he sent you a letter to come by the house." Another nod from John. "And you talk to this Kiht'to about your aether ablities." John nods again, ears falling flat against his head as he watch Sam walk pass him and to the door. "AXE!"
"Yeah, Cap?"
"I want you to clear the hall. If anyone comes close to the door you have permission to Tomahawk them." Sam slam the door close. "Sit Private."
"Sam why..."
"I SAID SIT, PRIVATE WATERSTRIKE." Sam watch John drop to the floor and pinch the bridge of his nose. "In a chair." Calm, he needed to be calm. He waited for the miqo'te was actually sitting in a chair. "After everything I did to get you into the unit when you came to me about join the Flames, you go and do this."
John lower his head, curling in on himself. "I just was trying to find a way to control this."
Sam stared at him. 'Control,' he thought, 'not get rid of but control. What change this?' He came around to sit on the edge of the table. "I want you to start from the beginning about what change your mind."
"I didn't try to see how my c...how the side effect could be used in healing. Not until Chachanji's brother. So when I realize that those soulstones were dead I thought maybe that I could..." he said, telling Sam about what he did, how close he came to losing himself in the chaos of Gogonji's mind. He glance at Sam's hands and the wood of the desk creaked from the pressure that was apply to it. Jancis coming into the room right before he was thrown out of the Lalafell's mind. To the letter that arrive from Titor invited him to 'his' home. "I really thought that we were just going to speak about healing and aetheric studies that he has done himself. But Titor wasn't well, which was strange since he seem fine when I meet with him and Sir Raimy for fishing." He held out his hands, "Sir Kiht'to asked if there was anything that he could help with and it wasn't until after that, that I found out the letter was to recruit me..."
"That were I have to problem," Sam said. "He recruited you, meaning that he had some idea about what you could do, healing wise. But now that he knows, he can use you military as well."
"But heal for Dagger is military already so I don't get why you're upset about..."
"That it, you're seeing it from a healers point of view. But I can see how you can be used, a spy, plucking memories and secrets from anyone head." He could see the horror dawning on the miqo'te's face.
"But Titor's a healer as well. He'll never make me do that. Just like you won't make me do that."
"I won't because I have too much respect for you and too much fear of your father's fireball, let alone Tanya coming back from the grave just to be my head in." He sigh, "Do you want to know why I've refused every patrol route for Northern Thanalan? It's because we still have Garleans still at the Castrum in the area. If it's an emergency, I would have been tying you down in Ul'dah." He stood up, reaching over, and giving John a good shake. "I will die before I let any Garlean get their hands on you."
"I...I can take care of my self..." he said. He lower his head. "But I can't just give this up. I'm sure Tanya would agree with me." He look up at Sam. "This might be my chance to be normal."
'Normal is so over rated, little brother.'
The two stiffen, staring at each other before turning there head, and staring at the ghostly form of a red head, green eyes dancing in laughter, white robes flowing in a breeze they could not feel.
"Tanya!"
"Big Sister!"
"Yeah, Cap?"
"I want you to clear the hall. If anyone comes close to the door you have permission to Tomahawk them." Sam slam the door close. "Sit Private."
"Sam why..."
"I SAID SIT, PRIVATE WATERSTRIKE." Sam watch John drop to the floor and pinch the bridge of his nose. "In a chair." Calm, he needed to be calm. He waited for the miqo'te was actually sitting in a chair. "After everything I did to get you into the unit when you came to me about join the Flames, you go and do this."
John lower his head, curling in on himself. "I just was trying to find a way to control this."
Sam stared at him. 'Control,' he thought, 'not get rid of but control. What change this?' He came around to sit on the edge of the table. "I want you to start from the beginning about what change your mind."
"I didn't try to see how my c...how the side effect could be used in healing. Not until Chachanji's brother. So when I realize that those soulstones were dead I thought maybe that I could..." he said, telling Sam about what he did, how close he came to losing himself in the chaos of Gogonji's mind. He glance at Sam's hands and the wood of the desk creaked from the pressure that was apply to it. Jancis coming into the room right before he was thrown out of the Lalafell's mind. To the letter that arrive from Titor invited him to 'his' home. "I really thought that we were just going to speak about healing and aetheric studies that he has done himself. But Titor wasn't well, which was strange since he seem fine when I meet with him and Sir Raimy for fishing." He held out his hands, "Sir Kiht'to asked if there was anything that he could help with and it wasn't until after that, that I found out the letter was to recruit me..."
"That were I have to problem," Sam said. "He recruited you, meaning that he had some idea about what you could do, healing wise. But now that he knows, he can use you military as well."
"But heal for Dagger is military already so I don't get why you're upset about..."
"That it, you're seeing it from a healers point of view. But I can see how you can be used, a spy, plucking memories and secrets from anyone head." He could see the horror dawning on the miqo'te's face.
"But Titor's a healer as well. He'll never make me do that. Just like you won't make me do that."
"I won't because I have too much respect for you and too much fear of your father's fireball, let alone Tanya coming back from the grave just to be my head in." He sigh, "Do you want to know why I've refused every patrol route for Northern Thanalan? It's because we still have Garleans still at the Castrum in the area. If it's an emergency, I would have been tying you down in Ul'dah." He stood up, reaching over, and giving John a good shake. "I will die before I let any Garlean get their hands on you."
"I...I can take care of my self..." he said. He lower his head. "But I can't just give this up. I'm sure Tanya would agree with me." He look up at Sam. "This might be my chance to be normal."
'Normal is so over rated, little brother.'
The two stiffen, staring at each other before turning there head, and staring at the ghostly form of a red head, green eyes dancing in laughter, white robes flowing in a breeze they could not feel.
"Tanya!"
"Big Sister!"
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