"I see." He seems terribly emotionless about it, as he collects what things he'd scavenged so far, deciding to put a door search aside for now. Not only does Angeal also leave -- (and that idea did require accepting that yes, he couldn't reach Genesis because Genesis had left) but the things that followed would earn this lesser, barely-known Professor a death sentence.
What a scientist can do to themselves is an endless parade of possibilities, all of them ominous when in relation to his friends.
All his life, he'd never found anything worth fighting for. Not really. Orders, certainly, were to be obeyed, but he didn't do it because he really wanted to, it was expected and it was routine. But this? The idea that his friends were in danger, would even die if something didn't change, gave him an intensely personal focus and goal. "Thank you. For telling me."
To those unfamiliar with him, his tone still doesn't really waver, nor does his expression, but it's there. Subtle, but there; this is very important to him indeed, and the thought of losing both of his friends was deeply unsettling. Anxiety could be dealt with in time, worry could be dealt with. Whatever was putting Genesis and Angeal at risk would be dealt with as soon as opportunity arose. "I don't know how I would fare in their absence." Badly. He had no other friends, had never been inclined to try to make more.
On one hand, a potentially terrible future. On the other hand .. hope that it can be altered, and they'd live. Maybe through that, whatever Zack needed saving from too would change. "Temporal mechanics," is the quiet sigh that follows, "Was never a serious subject. Now it is. It's probably too much to hope this planet has a library."
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What a scientist can do to themselves is an endless parade of possibilities, all of them ominous when in relation to his friends.
All his life, he'd never found anything worth fighting for. Not really. Orders, certainly, were to be obeyed, but he didn't do it because he really wanted to, it was expected and it was routine. But this? The idea that his friends were in danger, would even die if something didn't change, gave him an intensely personal focus and goal. "Thank you. For telling me."
To those unfamiliar with him, his tone still doesn't really waver, nor does his expression, but it's there. Subtle, but there; this is very important to him indeed, and the thought of losing both of his friends was deeply unsettling. Anxiety could be dealt with in time, worry could be dealt with. Whatever was putting Genesis and Angeal at risk would be dealt with as soon as opportunity arose. "I don't know how I would fare in their absence." Badly. He had no other friends, had never been inclined to try to make more.
On one hand, a potentially terrible future. On the other hand .. hope that it can be altered, and they'd live. Maybe through that, whatever Zack needed saving from too would change. "Temporal mechanics," is the quiet sigh that follows, "Was never a serious subject. Now it is. It's probably too much to hope this planet has a library."