[it honestly wouldn't have shocked him if Itachi just left it there - that's just the kind of blunt person he is, isn't he? but some context, as a treat...
healing practices. spellcraft. medicine. Blue has an instinctive aversion to offering himself up to these things - partly out of pride and partly out of fear. still, if there are any people he can trust, are they not the ones here? these are not faceless, fearful doctors and scientists...these people don't want him dead.]
（ his own room isn't too far away — so it does not take him long to get there. but he does knock politely once he's arrived rather than just barge in. true gentleman tbqh. ）
[Blue makes a soft, affirmative sound, bending and pulling at the fabric around his leg. bruises show up pretty distinctly on such pale skin, and he's collected a few just as a consequence of being old and prone to even little things leaving a mark.]
（ itachi watches him, wordless, and then sinks down seiza beside the bed so blue won't have to move quite so much. he rests his hands on his knees for now, and glances upward — ）
[lissen....................................he'll text the doctor, okay. :( he got caught up in having a nice time not thinking about his inevitable demise!!!
but nothing more will be said of it, and Blue simply nods.]
（ bruises are simple. it isn't anything a shinobi would ever seek treatment for, but it is a starting point. he anticipates it will be more difficult to heal someone that doesn't have a chakra system — after all, that is why most healers start with creatures like fish. to first learn control. yet, medical shinobi begin when they are children, and his control is already considerable.
he cups the back of blue's heel, and holds his other hand over the contusion. a faint blue glow gathers in the space between his fingers, across his palm. it would be enough to light the room were they in darkness, but in the artificial light of the dormitories it simply seems muted and dull.
rather uncharacteristically, he closes his eyes. greatest weapon and best defense, yet the sharingan will not serve him here as he sinks his awareness into damaged capillaries. by infusing chakra just beneath the skin he slowly, precisely mends the damage.
the area of the bruise will feel uncharacteristically warm, though not painful. when he pulls his hand away, the contusion will be fading away by degrees. itachi cocks his head, jaw ticked faintly off to one side as he assesses his work. not fast enough to be useful in combat, but he supposes speed will come with time and practice he may not have. ）
[Blue is patient and quiet...and a bit apprehensive, considering what makes him wary of such things. still, he'll trust this over whatever medicines come from the station itself...
and he seems right to, considering what he witnesses. it's...gentle, careful...comforting, in a way. Blue lets himself relax a little, tension leaving his hunched shoulders.]
Those abilities of yours...they really seem as magic. Like Sabriel's. [just less writing.]
I suppose that is why her and I seem to have an affinity for one another. There are identifiable similarities between what she and I can do.
（ he eases his touch away gently, and returns to his prior position kneeling on the floor, hands against his thighs. he seems no more ill at ease sitting thusly than he might in a proper chair — and there is no indication that being in a position generally associated with servitude to one seated higher troubles him. ）
[Blue's head tilts gently at the question, and he gives it a beat of thought.]
I suppose...it matters more to me...the one at the source of that power, not the method. So long as it is someone I can trust...the rest is fine.
[that sounds right to him. and, after a slight pause, with a slight smile:] I do...find it preferable to have fewer noisy instruments involved, either way.
（ blue says trust so easily. has he earned it, he wonders? odd, when he has shown its opposite so saliently in return. ）
It is not a substitute for medical care. These methods are meant to be of use in the field. Even shinobi have hospitals, and higher tiers of treatment there.
Yes. Medical ninjutsu is still a relatively new concept in my world.
（ he doesn't really recognize that that's highkey a horrifying statement. 'yeah we used to just die in droves until about thirty-five years ago, nbd'. ）
[Blue's a bit heartened to see Itachi take a seat - it's practically his seat, given the frequency of his use of it! he looks over with that same thoughtful expression, nodding.]
It's what I'm coming to learn...in learning about the worlds of others. Places of remarkable gifts...and abilities... They seem bound to places and people...who face terrible trials and conflict. [correlation isn't causation, but it does make one think.] I cannot say it's inevitable... Only quite common for our small sample size.
（ it's not like he t-tolerates your existence or anything, b-baka. ）
Humans on my planet warred long before we had chakra. It has nothing to do with our abilities.
（ and something he imagines holds true across worlds, across any amount of skill or ability. humans cannot possibly be the only selfish, petty, hurtful creatures that exist across universes one and sundry. ）
But it would stand to reason that those who are adjacent to conflict and loss would likewise hold their share of regrets.
（ he has had more access to history than most ever have the opportunity to know. he is aware of some things, but not all. the sage of six paths is still known by those who care to know. ）
I do not know the specifics — only that there was a being that granted it to us.
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healing practices. spellcraft. medicine. Blue has an instinctive aversion to offering himself up to these things - partly out of pride and partly out of fear. still, if there are any people he can trust, are they not the ones here? these are not faceless, fearful doctors and scientists...these people don't want him dead.]
What would I have to do?
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（ 'sit there and tolerate his prodding'. ）
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（ his own room isn't too far away — so it does not take him long to get there. but he does knock politely once he's arrived rather than just barge in. true gentleman tbqh. ）
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[Blue's sat up, turning himself so his legs dangle over the sides of his bed, and lifts his eyes when Itachi enters.]
Hello, Itachi.
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（ it's said as something more cursory than automatic — he offers greeting because it was offered to him. ）
Show me these bruises.
（ — but of course, straight to business. ）
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Have you spoken with the doctor?
（ like he!! said to!! ）
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There was another emergency...that came to the forefront. And since then, the bustle of festivities.
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（ he accepts your bullshit and will not press further, but let the records show: he is aware it's bullshit, thank you. ）
May I?
（ a gesture to that bruise. manners maketh man, and all. ）
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but nothing more will be said of it, and Blue simply nods.]
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he cups the back of blue's heel, and holds his other hand over the contusion. a faint blue glow gathers in the space between his fingers, across his palm. it would be enough to light the room were they in darkness, but in the artificial light of the dormitories it simply seems muted and dull.
rather uncharacteristically, he closes his eyes. greatest weapon and best defense, yet the sharingan will not serve him here as he sinks his awareness into damaged capillaries. by infusing chakra just beneath the skin he slowly, precisely mends the damage.
the area of the bruise will feel uncharacteristically warm, though not painful. when he pulls his hand away, the contusion will be fading away by degrees. itachi cocks his head, jaw ticked faintly off to one side as he assesses his work. not fast enough to be useful in combat, but he supposes speed will come with time and practice he may not have. ）
Hm.
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and he seems right to, considering what he witnesses. it's...gentle, careful...comforting, in a way. Blue lets himself relax a little, tension leaving his hunched shoulders.]
Those abilities of yours...they really seem as magic. Like Sabriel's. [just less writing.]
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（ he eases his touch away gently, and returns to his prior position kneeling on the floor, hands against his thighs. he seems no more ill at ease sitting thusly than he might in a proper chair — and there is no indication that being in a position generally associated with servitude to one seated higher troubles him. ）
Would you prefer it be magic or science?
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I suppose...it matters more to me...the one at the source of that power, not the method. So long as it is someone I can trust...the rest is fine.
[that sounds right to him. and, after a slight pause, with a slight smile:] I do...find it preferable to have fewer noisy instruments involved, either way.
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It is not a substitute for medical care. These methods are meant to be of use in the field. Even shinobi have hospitals, and higher tiers of treatment there.
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With tools and instruments designed...to channel that kind of power, I assume?
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（ he doesn't really recognize that that's highkey a horrifying statement. 'yeah we used to just die in droves until about thirty-five years ago, nbd'. ）
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That has been my wish as well.
（ he rises in one fluid motion, and avails himself of the nearest chair. it does rather imply he's committed to remain here a time, doesn't it? ）
However, peace does not come naturally or easily to my world.
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It's what I'm coming to learn...in learning about the worlds of others. Places of remarkable gifts...and abilities... They seem bound to places and people...who face terrible trials and conflict. [correlation isn't causation, but it does make one think.] I cannot say it's inevitable... Only quite common for our small sample size.
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Humans on my planet warred long before we had chakra. It has nothing to do with our abilities.
（ and something he imagines holds true across worlds, across any amount of skill or ability. humans cannot possibly be the only selfish, petty, hurtful creatures that exist across universes one and sundry. ）
But it would stand to reason that those who are adjacent to conflict and loss would likewise hold their share of regrets.
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（ he has had more access to history than most ever have the opportunity to know. he is aware of some things, but not all. the sage of six paths is still known by those who care to know. ）
I do not know the specifics — only that there was a being that granted it to us.
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So I imagine...you also don't know...the giver's intentions, do you.
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