henrik nodded at the other’s words , eyes rather soft when faced with the creature . he knew a broken mind when he saw one . thrown into t a t t e r s by something ( or someONE ) . the doctor was a healer , both of mind and body , and if he could even momentarily ease the other’s mind he was feel fulfilled and accomplished . if he could even get a G L I M P S E of what went on in such a peculiar mind he would be satisfied .
“ i understand z'hat . detachment is a natural reaction to t r a u m a . ” he didn’t want to ASSUME anything about dark’s mental state , but knew from looks alone that something POWERFUL and TRAUMATIC plagued such a brilliant mind . “ and while you do not have to defeat v’hatever it is that ills your mind , you should come face to face v'ith it . ” a part of him was glad that he studied psychology for so long and had a tattered mind himself , it made it easier to try and d i s s e c t situations like this and really TALK with someone he didn’t know .
henrik took the pad and pencil back when dark passed it back , looking at the image for a few seconds . he inspected the man in the robe , the only one that had any distinguishable features the doctor could make out . gently , he tore the drawing from the notepad and gave it back to dark . “ do you feel comfortable telling me more about z'he man in z'he robe ? i presume z'hat you are none of z'hose s'hree figures . ” his words trail off , picking up the pencil and beginning to do SOMETHING on a fresh sheet . “ i feel as if you represented yourself v'ith z'he black figure looking in , but i v'ould raz'her you tell me z'han me make assumptions … ”
it was evident that he was listening as he glanced up from the paper he was writing on every now and again , eyes attentive to both and ears equally as open . “ but , if you don’t v'ant to talk about z'he drawing , v'e can alv'ays talk about somz'hing else z'hat is on your mind . ”
▬ Trauma? A glitch, a distortion and the fragment behind him suddenly, violently screamed; it screamed silently however. That word, he knew the definition and he didn’t want to think about it in regards to himself. He wasn’t... No he wasn’t traumatized, there was no way he could be. He just was handling what that ASSHOLE left him; a falling collection memories and morals. Fragment snapped back into Darkiplier, as he tried to regain his composure. This may be... well what would he call Jack’s Egos? Whatever they were, they weren’t ones Dark had to worry about. As long as he wasn’t around.... But that wasn’t what he should be thinking about. Him? Traumatized?
He couldn’t be traumatized. He didn’t act like how William did. He didn’t break, he didn’t go insane. He simply did what he was forced to do; become the man that he was today. He had no choice, but was there ever a choice when Mark was involved. Two paths that lead to the same end can hardly be considered a choice; without the option of being traumatized how could he be?
As the paper was presented to him, a hidden confusion crossed his face. That was... What was that? He didn’t draw that. He had tried to draw himself. That was not what he had drawn at all, and it was obvious that the entity had to take a moment to take in the image. In those moments, those small few moments of looking at it, the room chilled. His composure grew stiff, and he listened to the doctor. As the figures were pointed out, where Henrik could presumably only see scratches, he saw... so much more. Celine, William... Damien... Dark eyes flicked over to the silhouette. That... Who was that? Adjusting in his seat, the final movement of his eyes took him to-
Suddenly distortion formed behind him, a loud sound of shattering glass as the echoing ringing that followed him only grew in volume. The house, on fire was fulfilling. It was a secret desire of his, it seemed. Despite his presumed drawing, he was PROUD of this now, the more he looked at it. Reality distorting, glitching behind him he adjusted his jacket. It was as if a new persona took over; A new face. A relaxed, powerful aura radiated from him, and he pointed to the figures on the bottom.
❛ It would depend on your definition of being... Doctor. That is the Seer, the Mayor, and the Colonel on the grounds. As for the robbed man... That is a traitor, liar.... a villain. What is there to know about what’s there? It’s him burning in his sins, forced to be victim for the games he plays on others; the lies he decides to use. ❜
There was no mention of the black silhouette. He had sen it at first, sure. Why was it gone now? Was it ever there to begin with? He must have imagined it, surely that was it. He knew his new... abilities were akin to the Actors. Less in control, less finite. It was something that merely didn’t exist. That was all.
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