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Fifty-Eighth Theory [Voice/Action]

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The person who made the little wind-up dragon... can I have another?

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[The reason Don needs another dragon is because he took the first one apart to make a camerabot for someone he doesn't even know. He hopes this was a good idea.]

[He heads to building three, floor one, room five, as he was told, and knocks five times.]

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[After making that delivery, Don circles southward to the home of one Isamu Nitta. Allegedly some other people live here too, but Don has never met them. Hopefully, if they exist, they won't mind too much that a giant turtle is climbing in their window. Isamu did say to surprise him.]

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[Around sundown, Don makes his way to House 7. He knocks here too, though he doesn't count how many times. He has a question to ask...]

((Housemates of the people Don is looking for are welcome to tag in, and of course the Voice part is open to anyone pinged by clockwork draconids.))

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[After a moment:] Do you think they're wrong? Or is violence only barbaric when there really is another way?

[That's a good question.]

... I... [He remembers the face Giles had when Mu stabbed into him, and the expression on Helios' when he was insane that one Shift and held that fireball, wanting to kill him with it -] I am... n-not certain.

I think... part of me still w-wants to say it is... inherently barbaric. The... the tactic of one who kn-knows nothing better. And is that... not t-true, in some way? That... that it is a basal reaction?

...

Yet... do such b-basal reactions... ever truly go away...?

[He doesn't even know if they are gone from Terra. What Phoenix Ikki's told him has made him think on more than one occasion, not to mention what he has learned from others.]

[He turns this over in his mind.]

I don't think they do, but I also don't think everyone starts with the same ones.

[Maybe not. Robert doesn't honestly know himself.]

... What do you th-think for yourself?

I think my instinct has always been to reason. I had to learn to fight.

[For once, he means what he says in the most literal sense.]

... Then... p-perhaps in that regard, we are... much the same.

[It's a comforting thought, and the soft smile that steals across Robert's features makes that clear.]

[Oh, Robert. You catch on so slowly sometimes.]

Are you coming to bed?

[Now that he thinks about it, it is late. So that would probably be a good idea.]

Ah... yes. Of course.

...

[And, softer:]

... Don?

[He pauses in disentangling himself.]

Yes?

... Thank you. For... for listening. And speaking with me. And just... helping.

[He's made this easier to deal with than if Robert had to confront it on his own, at the very least.]

[An internal sigh of relief. It's good to know he said the right things.]

Any time. Really.

[Robert smiles again, at this. Don is always so good at listening.]

... Now, we ought to consider actually going to sleep. [Because it's the middle of the night now and all.]

[Don stretches and yawns hugely.]

I'm beat. What are we doing tomorrow...?

I am not certain, but... perhaps we can think of something.

[With infinite tenderness:] ... Sleep well, Don.

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