[Oh, assuredly, it'd be an occasion truly full of Very Gross Feelings all around...imagine how awkward it'd be for him, too!! Saying such things, as if he's ever been in the habit of giving such speeches... (But he would, though, for someone like Tear--if the need ever did arise. If guidance did, eventually, feel warranted. Though, yes, it would require Tear's soldier shell dropping at least somewhat, and it would also require Jade to set aside his usual allergic reaction to openly warm things of this nature too...perhaps, perhaps one day.)
Either way, alas, that day isn't today and likely won't be for some time yet...though they'll probably have nothing but time, rather unfortunately, over the course of a now-mutual tenure aboard the Serena Eterna. Jade offers little visible judgment in the face of Tear's faltering, that moment of grappling at phantom words as she tries to absorb the utterly ridiculous news where the captain happens to be concerned; in fact, he's prudent enough to idly and not-at-all intentionally cast a glance back out over the sea, until she's recovered, and brings a response to proper voice. It earns a wry smile when he does refocus upon her, at least; a very grounded reaction in the end, ultimately gravitating to the sensible solutions available in the end--as expected. (Aah, of all the familiar faces Jade wouldn't want to see here...it still must be acknowledged, that Tear is truly one of the most reliable all the same...)]
Oh, no need to pretend, at least--I'm not sure anyone here actually does understand that man's thought process, all things considered. Unfortunately, however, he's apparently also been at this project for quite some time now...
[It had surely been a chilling thing, to discover just who those invisible entities mindlessly cleaning the ship and vending the amenities once were.
But...there is quite the karmic irony here, isn't there? Defeating one man with ambitions of godhood, only to be immediately confronted with another--though Van Grants never did manage to progress quite as far as the captain apparently already has. Still, it really is quite a bit like being tossed from a frying pan into the fire...and, in the end, there's nothing for it but to focus upon the things they can understand. Like training--yes--Tear's not wrong, that skill can at least eventually be conveyed. Despite Luke being an exception in the end, Jade's own aversion to teaching and explaining things in general does still persist in a knee-jerk sort of way...in that sense, it still doesn't come quite as naturally to himself as it does to Tear. But admittedly, now that Tear's here--even the slightest bit of peer pressure in these sorts of ways could change that at least incrementally, perhaps...
As to healers, though, well. Jade shakes his head a bit, slowly. (And, unbidden, comes the highly unpleasant memory of having to tend to someone else's stab wound recently; specifically, having to resort to cauterization, strapped for time and too much loss of blood already at hand for any better supplies or medical professionals to be procured during that occasion--):] Individuals capable of proper healing artes are a very narrow rarity; you are the first to arrive here that I know of, with truly extensive skill on that front. There are a few more existing conventional doctors, at least--one of them, I know, has had previous experience as a field surgeon--but the numbers on that front remain sparse as well. It's been--very unfortunate. Occasions where there's a need for medical assistance are rather far more frequent than anyone would like, in this place...
[Still, the words trail off in the end, his graver tone alongside them. A moment's taken, so to speak, to appreciate the steady determination that is in Tear's eyes over there, subtle as it might be. Indeed, though Tear had always been one to utilize her healing abilities as necessary without hesitation in the past...this is a bit different now, isn't it? Initiative, as opposed to more reactionary habit of the past. Ah, even in these ways, Luke's influence becomes plain.
He really has done so much, for all of them.
Jade straightens, shifting his weight off the deck rail, and turns to face Tear fully with a slight tilt of his head, hands habitually tucking into his coat pockets.]
This is all a lot to take in, isn't it? I was quite disoriented myself, in the first few days. [...A slight but more genuine smile, this time, more understanding than sardonic. Hmm, come to think of it, if she's been here for most of the day already...it's a guess taken, but he's pretty sure--] Tear, have you yet eaten anything since you arrived here?
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Either way, alas, that day isn't today and likely won't be for some time yet...though they'll probably have nothing but time, rather unfortunately, over the course of a now-mutual tenure aboard the Serena Eterna. Jade offers little visible judgment in the face of Tear's faltering, that moment of grappling at phantom words as she tries to absorb the utterly ridiculous news where the captain happens to be concerned; in fact, he's prudent enough to idly and not-at-all intentionally cast a glance back out over the sea, until she's recovered, and brings a response to proper voice. It earns a wry smile when he does refocus upon her, at least; a very grounded reaction in the end, ultimately gravitating to the sensible solutions available in the end--as expected. (Aah, of all the familiar faces Jade wouldn't want to see here...it still must be acknowledged, that Tear is truly one of the most reliable all the same...)]
Oh, no need to pretend, at least--I'm not sure anyone here actually does understand that man's thought process, all things considered. Unfortunately, however, he's apparently also been at this project for quite some time now...
[It had surely been a chilling thing, to discover just who those invisible entities mindlessly cleaning the ship and vending the amenities once were.
But...there is quite the karmic irony here, isn't there? Defeating one man with ambitions of godhood, only to be immediately confronted with another--though Van Grants never did manage to progress quite as far as the captain apparently already has. Still, it really is quite a bit like being tossed from a frying pan into the fire...and, in the end, there's nothing for it but to focus upon the things they can understand. Like training--yes--Tear's not wrong, that skill can at least eventually be conveyed. Despite Luke being an exception in the end, Jade's own aversion to teaching and explaining things in general does still persist in a knee-jerk sort of way...in that sense, it still doesn't come quite as naturally to himself as it does to Tear. But admittedly, now that Tear's here--even the slightest bit of peer pressure in these sorts of ways could change that at least incrementally, perhaps...
As to healers, though, well. Jade shakes his head a bit, slowly. (And, unbidden, comes the highly unpleasant memory of having to tend to someone else's stab wound recently; specifically, having to resort to cauterization, strapped for time and too much loss of blood already at hand for any better supplies or medical professionals to be procured during that occasion--):] Individuals capable of proper healing artes are a very narrow rarity; you are the first to arrive here that I know of, with truly extensive skill on that front. There are a few more existing conventional doctors, at least--one of them, I know, has had previous experience as a field surgeon--but the numbers on that front remain sparse as well. It's been--very unfortunate. Occasions where there's a need for medical assistance are rather far more frequent than anyone would like, in this place...
[Still, the words trail off in the end, his graver tone alongside them. A moment's taken, so to speak, to appreciate the steady determination that is in Tear's eyes over there, subtle as it might be. Indeed, though Tear had always been one to utilize her healing abilities as necessary without hesitation in the past...this is a bit different now, isn't it? Initiative, as opposed to more reactionary habit of the past. Ah, even in these ways, Luke's influence becomes plain.
He really has done so much, for all of them.
Jade straightens, shifting his weight off the deck rail, and turns to face Tear fully with a slight tilt of his head, hands habitually tucking into his coat pockets.]
This is all a lot to take in, isn't it? I was quite disoriented myself, in the first few days. [...A slight but more genuine smile, this time, more understanding than sardonic. Hmm, come to think of it, if she's been here for most of the day already...it's a guess taken, but he's pretty sure--] Tear, have you yet eaten anything since you arrived here?