When the other works to reassure him, Bedivere offers a grateful nod. The truth was as the other spoke: Sometimes, it was good to speak aloud to yourself. It helped you get a second way to weigh out the words. Sometimes, what sounded correct in your head could sound outlandish out loud. Words had a different weight when spoken aloud. So sometimes, the best thing you could do for yourself was to practice them aloud…
“I’m grateful that you do not find me particularly odd, then. I know little of the culture of this city, so perhaps I’m unaware of how common-place such things could be.” He certainly hadn’t experienced it often back in his proper lifetime. But, back then, it appeared many people kept things to themselves often until death… “But, I suppose the nature of the Holiday makes this sort of behavior particularly… average. I can only imagine that many people have a few words they wish to say to those they can no longer say them to.”
To find some semblance of peace with it. To find some amount of… finality.
“Dr. Jakurai, then?” He asks for clarification, a soft smile spreading to his lips. “A truly respectable practice. I’m relieved to hear that there are some doctors afoot here on the island, as I hear a certain amount of… chaos is to be expected here.” Bedivere continues, sighing ever-so-slightly as he allows his eyes to venture back towards the decorations and flowers that now adorned everything in the already colorful WARD. “But, I suppose when many people from all walks of life are brought to one place – that sort of thing is hardly surprising. Hmm?” With that, he looks back towards the doctor. Offering a half-smile. “Does that mean you plan to sign up to work at the major hospital here? Or perhaps are you planning to open a private practice?”
Back in his day, medicine and such was already such a rarity. Hospitals were certainly not around – private practices were all that they had. He was grateful that his prior summoning to Chaldea had at least given him enough knowledge to know to ask about these sorts of things. Or he would find himself at a loss about the others wording. “Though, I have only been here days myself – do let me know if there is anyway I can be of service. I know this whole place has been… rather overwhelming for me, thus far. But, I have been here about… a week now? So if my knowledge may be of any help, just let me know.”
He nods in agreement. The holiday in this city, though uncommon, allows whispers to fall from lips with some sort of finality, acceptance. ( how could I accept the loss of so many of those young men, though...? ) His history -- as a military doctor -- catches up to his thoughts quickly. Though it may be easier to say that, rather than catching up to his thoughts, it would be more acceptable to say the faces of the dead never leave his mind.
Canting his head, his brows furrow in concern at the mention of chaos, though privately he agrees that many people from other realms entirely there is some level of expected disorder.
“If I was reading the laws of this city correctly, I
believe I must have a higher tier to open a
private practice, but that is the end goal. For
now I believe I’ll work at the hospital. It seems
the place where I can do the most
good at the moment.”
Finally offering a small smile in return at the other’s offer, he shifts his weight to the other foot.
“Thank you. I really appreciate it. This place
does seem very...disconcerting, on first arrival.
There’s so much to keep track of. I’m a bit
lost in attempting to get my possessions back.
“Speaking of ... do you know what they do with
our belongings when they take them from us?”
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