[Kid stiffens on the other side of the camera, shaking his head slowly. Why hasn't he called the doctor himself? Because this entire incident has been his fault. Every bit of it, he's sure--from the moment when Stein had removed Watson's eye to the moment when Stein felt he could still ask the doctor he'd enucleated to remove a metal implant from his skull.]
I can't imagine what Professor Stein said to convince him to do it at all. Whatever I say, it won't be enough. He's not going to listen to me--if he were listening to reason he wouldn't be doing the procedure at all. If he hears at least from a friend, I thought maybe... [He coughs, running his fingers nervously through his hair.
Kid folds his hands in front of him till his knuckles turn white; in his nerves he's bitten his nails down to the fingertip and picked at his cuticles till they bled. Panicked, he continues, resting against his head against his hands and showing the camera a half-ring of white over the crown of his head: one of his detested stripes.] I am supposed to know what to do, Mr. Holmes. I am supposed to know how to manage Professor Stein, and I don't. He might hurt or be hurt because I don't know what to do, and that is unacceptable.
[An unfortunate bit of truth, but truth nonetheless.]
He is far more likely to listen to a frightened child than he is to me, your concerns need to be expressed to him directly. If he will not listen, then any action taken by either man is not your responsibility. You will have discharged that by making sure John knows the full weight of his actions.
[His voice is muffled as he speaks, fingers twined in his hair. The anxious, rambling tone hasn't left, leaving every sentence a run on even when short. Kid takes a shuddering breath, shaking.]
If you can't help me then--thank you for your time, Mr. Holmes. I--I'll need to go.
[Kid reaches for the tablet and hangs up in panic a moment later.]
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I can't imagine what Professor Stein said to convince him to do it at all. Whatever I say, it won't be enough. He's not going to listen to me--if he were listening to reason he wouldn't be doing the procedure at all. If he hears at least from a friend, I thought maybe... [He coughs, running his fingers nervously through his hair.
Kid folds his hands in front of him till his knuckles turn white; in his nerves he's bitten his nails down to the fingertip and picked at his cuticles till they bled. Panicked, he continues, resting against his head against his hands and showing the camera a half-ring of white over the crown of his head: one of his detested stripes.] I am supposed to know what to do, Mr. Holmes. I am supposed to know how to manage Professor Stein, and I don't. He might hurt or be hurt because I don't know what to do, and that is unacceptable.
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[An unfortunate bit of truth, but truth nonetheless.]
He is far more likely to listen to a frightened child than he is to me, your concerns need to be expressed to him directly. If he will not listen, then any action taken by either man is not your responsibility. You will have discharged that by making sure John knows the full weight of his actions.
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[His voice is muffled as he speaks, fingers twined in his hair. The anxious, rambling tone hasn't left, leaving every sentence a run on even when short. Kid takes a shuddering breath, shaking.]
If you can't help me then--thank you for your time, Mr. Holmes. I--I'll need to go.
[Kid reaches for the tablet and hangs up in panic a moment later.]