Thane is beginning to wonder if this one just came crazy, concussions notwithstanding.
After a moment, he exhales. "You know, everyone likes to say they won't break," he says. "And if breaking were just a cerebral thing, it'd be true. It's not that hard to see a way around it. Make certain assumptions, certain dissociations – but no matter how much of an intellectual oyu are, Ms. Angel of Knowledge–"
He puts a hand out, resting it on Dmitri's chest just above her heart.
"Everything we do has a physical component or we'd all be floating consciousnesses by the time I come from. You say you're an Angel of Knowledge? Your blood's the wrong color, and it looks like your wings aren't doing shit or you right now." He knows the basics of angelic physiology, at least.
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After a moment, he exhales. "You know, everyone likes to say they won't break," he says. "And if breaking were just a cerebral thing, it'd be true. It's not that hard to see a way around it. Make certain assumptions, certain dissociations – but no matter how much of an intellectual oyu are, Ms. Angel of Knowledge–"
He puts a hand out, resting it on Dmitri's chest just above her heart.
"Everything we do has a physical component or we'd all be floating consciousnesses by the time I come from. You say you're an Angel of Knowledge? Your blood's the wrong color, and it looks like your wings aren't doing shit or you right now." He knows the basics of angelic physiology, at least.