Don't read into things too much. Blastia heart or no, I'm just old Raven, nothing special. [Please do not continue to try and investigate whether Raven is or is not as unto a Transformer.]
You though... you're tellin' me you had to get checked over in private fer no reason? [PLEASE....]
Terrible, huh... [And he heaves a long, heavy sigh.] But fine. A deal's a deal. I can't really make you understand by just rolling up my sleeve, unfortunately, so...
[He glances to the door, making sure no one's just. Happening to be standing there, and then just rolls up his shirt. He's not going to take it off all the way, but hey, Raven. Check it out.]
[His abdomen is completely made of interwoven, intricate panels of metal and some wiring.]
[He didn't exactly have any guesses as to what it was going to be, but if he'd been pressed, it would never have been this. He can't help his eyes going wide a bit.]
Well, I gotta be honest, I ain't seen nothing like that before. Prosthetic limbs, sure, but.. [Squints!!!]
Don't tell me we're in the same boat after all. [DID YOU DIE TOO, METAL MAN?]
[Raven sighs, and turns his attention back to finishing cooking. He can't be mad with Hansa, their experiences are different. Maybe it's easier to wake up with metal attached to your flesh when you go in expecting it? He can't imagine. How would you anticipate how it felt?
And how much could it possibly improve his ability to do his job enough to justify it? How dedicated to his job was he? Even for all Damuron had believed in Alexei's cause, he hadn't been willing to give up his death for him.]
[The man's gone silent. Hansa peers at him, expecting him to say something else, but he doesn't until he finishes and asks him for rice. The priest frowns.]
...We're different people, you know. Your Blastia heart, which you have made in clear terms that you hate, and this body that has been a blessing given to me to wield, are very different. I don't think its easy to just compare one with the other just because we both had our bodies changed.
[A beat. He raises his shoulders up and down in a shrug.]
Why do you think I decided not to say anything? [Exactly because he UNDERSTANDS that they're different and you can't really compare them, but that doesn't stop the idea of what Hansa did easy to settle in his stomach. He was ready to just move on and not talk about it anymore!! But fine!!! You wanna keep going??]
But if you're saying that hoping to get some sort of... endorsement from me, you're not gonna get it, I think it's a stupid thing to have done regardless. [As he spoons some rice onto both plates before adding the stir fried vegetables.]
Raven! Raven, come on! Do you really think I need endorsement? I didn't say that just for you to clap and tell me how cool I am. Sure, I like my body for what it is, but its my own happiness. I don't need approval.
[Silly Raven. Putting your self worth on others is for kids not what he'll ever do, at all.]
[It makes sense for him. He doesn't want people to know about his terrible fake heart or the fact that he died. He stabs a peapod with a fork and stuffs it in his mouth.]
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[Please do not continue to try and investigate whether Raven is or is not as unto a Transformer.]
You though... you're tellin' me you had to get checked over in private fer no reason?
[PLEASE....]
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[DON'T TRY TO CHANGE THE SUBJECT. Okay, maybe he'll reply....with an annoying remark, of course.]
Hmmmm. Maybe I'm just...shy?
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I don't wanna hear that excuse from a guy who just badgered me into revealing a terrible secret.
[Not a single thing about you is shy.]
I answered yer questions and I'm feeding you. Hardly seems fair for you ta not uphold your promise.
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[He glances to the door, making sure no one's just. Happening to be standing there, and then just rolls up his shirt. He's not going to take it off all the way, but hey, Raven. Check it out.]
[His abdomen is completely made of interwoven, intricate panels of metal and some wiring.]
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Well, I gotta be honest, I ain't seen nothing like that before. Prosthetic limbs, sure, but..
[Squints!!!]
Don't tell me we're in the same boat after all.
[DID YOU DIE TOO, METAL MAN?]
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[He lowers his shirt, giving a lazy sort of shrug.]
Honestly, you have it a little better than I do. Yours doesn't make up seventy percent of your body.
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Seventy percent!? What-
[Stops himself because he's not going to be rude enough to ask what terrible accident caused this.]
... You gonna be ok?
[Just.... in general? Buddy? Do you need motor oil? What's the protocol here.]
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[He just gives Raven a quizzical look in return.]
I'm......already okay?
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[How does he phrase this...]
Like, does it bother you being that way?
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[He just huffs, shaking his head.]
No, not at all. I chose to be like this.
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[No, no surely there must be some miscommunication here.]
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Just what? For fun? Because it's cool? Wouldn't you realize how not fun it is quickly and stop after the first robot arm?
No that CAN'T be what he means. Right???]
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... What d'you mean by "chose"?
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[Just.]
[Just like that.]
[As if the Church offered him to wear a cool tie or something instead of. Reconstructing most of his body.]
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Like you weren't injured or maimed or anything? You just volunteered ta be a science experiment because someone asked ya to?
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I'm hardly a "science experiment". I just wanted to do the best job I could possibly do.
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And how much could it possibly improve his ability to do his job enough to justify it? How dedicated to his job was he? Even for all Damuron had believed in Alexei's cause, he hadn't been willing to give up his death for him.]
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Ya want some rice too?
[As he uncovers a pot of it that's been simmering. Everything is fine! Everything is fine.]
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[The man's gone silent. Hansa peers at him, expecting him to say something else, but he doesn't until he finishes and asks him for rice. The priest frowns.]
...We're different people, you know. Your Blastia heart, which you have made in clear terms that you hate, and this body that has been a blessing given to me to wield, are very different. I don't think its easy to just compare one with the other just because we both had our bodies changed.
[A beat. He raises his shoulders up and down in a shrug.]
Anyways, yeah. Sure. I'd like rice.
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[Exactly because he UNDERSTANDS that they're different and you can't really compare them, but that doesn't stop the idea of what Hansa did easy to settle in his stomach. He was ready to just move on and not talk about it anymore!! But fine!!! You wanna keep going??]
But if you're saying that hoping to get some sort of... endorsement from me, you're not gonna get it, I think it's a stupid thing to have done regardless.
[As he spoons some rice onto both plates before adding the stir fried vegetables.]
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[He actually barks out a laugh at "endorsement".]
Raven! Raven, come on! Do you really think I need endorsement? I didn't say that just for you to clap and tell me how cool I am. Sure, I like my body for what it is, but its my own happiness. I don't need approval.
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[It makes sense for him. He doesn't want people to know about his terrible fake heart or the fact that he died. He stabs a peapod with a fork and stuffs it in his mouth.]
If yer so proud of it, why hide it?
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Come now. Don't you think its strange for a holy man to have a body like this? In fact, you haven't asked the most crucial question, here.
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[Who the fuck is Jesus? Raven sure doesn't know.]
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[Because "its for the Church" literally says nothing.]
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