"So do we tell the high command?!" the Garlean hyur named Drek stammered nervously. "The Doctor" gazed at the hyur for a moment with golden eyes from behind his face mask and shook his head. The two stood outside a small hut near Ul'dah, the night sky clear above them.
"We continue as planned." "The Doctor" replied, looking through the crack in the double doors of the hut at Jin'li, who stood, shirtless, a wooden stick clutched in his hands. The white-haired slave's body was fuller and less sickly than before. "The Doctors" work on the muscles of Jin'li was moving along wonderfully. However the internal diseases and the cardiovascular system of the slave were beyond him, and now "The Doctor" was forced to consider the miqo'te mental state, which he found beyond diagnosis save for a simple fact, Jin'li's mind was broken. "The doctor" guessed Jin'li would not live more than another cycle or two at most.
"So we are to take orders from a murdering slave who hacked off Rema's head?" Drek snarled. "I'm ending this. I'm telling-"
"Who else among our forces knows that Rema is dead other than you and I?" "The Doctor" interrupted, his voice muffled through the fabric of his mask.
"No one, just-"
"The Doctor" stepped forward, a needle spinning in his hands as he shoved it into the hyur's jugular. High pressured blood splattered out, onto the ground and tDrek slammed onto the sands, gargling.
"Rema gave me orders, and I mean to finish this, whether it's at her words or her slave's. So long as the job is accomplished, what does it matter who makes the puppets dance?"
"The Doctor" peered back in through the crack in the door and lept back as a single, onyx black eye gazed back at him, devoid of emotion as white-hair spilled around it, framing it, making the black hue more pronounced.
"My masters heard what you just said, Master Doctor." came Jin'li's flat voice, quiet and polite. "Know that you have honored them and that they are pleased with your service. Accept this humble slave's thanks, and know you will be rewarded in time."
"Tell your masters," "the doctor bowed, playing along. He knew the "masters" whom spoke to Jin'li were dead and only heard inside Jin's head. "The act of using my skills for such an end is reward enough."
"They have heard you, and are honored. Now, please excuse this instrument, I need rest." Jin'li shut the door and "The Doctor" gave out a sigh behind his mask. He had worked for a lot of different employees over the years, including Jin'lis two, formerly alive, masters. And never, in all his years of killing and studying the anatomy of living things, had he encounter someone as soulless as the white-haired miqo'te slave named Jin'li. "The Doctor" should have run, but he was too intrigued by his patient to leave. Besides, Rema had given him a job to do, and "The Doctor intended to carry out, what was in his mind, to be his greatest accomplishment. Already the Blue Blood Poison was being adapted to be water soluble. All he needed now was time, and ingredients to prepuce more.
"We continue as planned." "The Doctor" replied, looking through the crack in the double doors of the hut at Jin'li, who stood, shirtless, a wooden stick clutched in his hands. The white-haired slave's body was fuller and less sickly than before. "The Doctors" work on the muscles of Jin'li was moving along wonderfully. However the internal diseases and the cardiovascular system of the slave were beyond him, and now "The Doctor" was forced to consider the miqo'te mental state, which he found beyond diagnosis save for a simple fact, Jin'li's mind was broken. "The doctor" guessed Jin'li would not live more than another cycle or two at most.
"So we are to take orders from a murdering slave who hacked off Rema's head?" Drek snarled. "I'm ending this. I'm telling-"
"Who else among our forces knows that Rema is dead other than you and I?" "The Doctor" interrupted, his voice muffled through the fabric of his mask.
"No one, just-"
"The Doctor" stepped forward, a needle spinning in his hands as he shoved it into the hyur's jugular. High pressured blood splattered out, onto the ground and tDrek slammed onto the sands, gargling.
"Rema gave me orders, and I mean to finish this, whether it's at her words or her slave's. So long as the job is accomplished, what does it matter who makes the puppets dance?"
"The Doctor" peered back in through the crack in the door and lept back as a single, onyx black eye gazed back at him, devoid of emotion as white-hair spilled around it, framing it, making the black hue more pronounced.
"My masters heard what you just said, Master Doctor." came Jin'li's flat voice, quiet and polite. "Know that you have honored them and that they are pleased with your service. Accept this humble slave's thanks, and know you will be rewarded in time."
"Tell your masters," "the doctor bowed, playing along. He knew the "masters" whom spoke to Jin'li were dead and only heard inside Jin's head. "The act of using my skills for such an end is reward enough."
"They have heard you, and are honored. Now, please excuse this instrument, I need rest." Jin'li shut the door and "The Doctor" gave out a sigh behind his mask. He had worked for a lot of different employees over the years, including Jin'lis two, formerly alive, masters. And never, in all his years of killing and studying the anatomy of living things, had he encounter someone as soulless as the white-haired miqo'te slave named Jin'li. "The Doctor" should have run, but he was too intrigued by his patient to leave. Besides, Rema had given him a job to do, and "The Doctor intended to carry out, what was in his mind, to be his greatest accomplishment. Already the Blue Blood Poison was being adapted to be water soluble. All he needed now was time, and ingredients to prepuce more.
