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Take Initiative.

It seems things have been resolved - peacefully, if more than a little awkwardly for most parties involved.

However, there's still work to do here, isn't there?

Ryuunosuke shrugs after a long moment; tips his head up a bit. "Hey, Glory? Let everyone up."

And apparently that's all it takes, though what that actually does isn't something that happens all at once - rather, panels slide out from the wall, forming a staircase up to that balcony they've been standing on. Mettaton doesn't really wait for the others to join them; he just leaves back through that section of wall they entered from, calling something back over his shoulder.

"We've got another room to work from back here, darlings, this shouldn't take too long to work out."

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You're not really supposed to sleep here in the first place, so I'm not surprised.

[Just somewhat dryly as he opens the first aid kit and gets out the required items--most of them were going to need replacements too. This place was going to need a lot of work.

Anyway, he'll attend to that wound now. He gestures for her to roll that sleeve up properly and once it's done, he goes to slowly start removing the stitches on her arm.]

Should've been taken out a long time ago. [Two months is way too long to leave those stitches on.]

Don't I know it. At least I'm getting some cool scars out of it though, you know? One good thing.

[Out of the... others. She'll talk her way through any pain, though it's mostly a really odd tugging feeling that's kind of fucking weird.]

So. I mean. I know this has all worked out in the end so far, and I'm sure you're still not totally sure if those two disasters are gonna stab me in the back or not, but I'm gonna apologize for putting our lives at risk on a gamble anyway. [A pause.] You're right not to trust them. And I'm gonna keep my eyes on them too, make sure they don't do anything in my world they shouldn't, but I think it'll be fine.

I've been wrong in the past before, but... I think this is solid. They did want this round to end, after all. And know they deserve to die. But I'll keep you updated on how things are, if you'd like, and as busy as I'll be with them and everything back home I'm still offering my services to help out with stopping the whole entertainment gig this world's got going on with murder games and stuff.

You know. If you want it. Or need it.

[Because she's always gonna be there for her people. They come first over Ryuunosuke and even Mettaton, as close a contender as he is, and Sigrun would undoubtedly drop what she was doing to help out if she was called on.]

[It's definitely going to leave a mark that's a bit more than just an ugly scar, but its probably not going to be much of an issue either way.

He's quiet as Sigrun speaks, partly because he has to focus and also because--really, what does she expect him to say? He's already mostly said what he wanted to say back inside there, and as much as he's glad it seems to be okay right now there's no telling how things will change. Things always change after all - people, places, circumstances, everything. This wasn't going to be different.]

You made your choice. [Is what he does say, eventually, after he gets out the last stitch and can sit back up properly again.] That's all I can say. What happens from here on is your own responsibility to bear.

[If things go south, she's the one who's going to have to handle it.

And to the next part--]

You're free to do whatever you wish.

[He's not going to stop her. He doubts he even could, anyway.]

[It's admittedly mostly for her own conscience. Since she's said her stuff and they're in a safer place while she's doing it, she feels a lot better, rolling her shoulder to feel it out. Mmm, good.]

Then my first wish is that... well, you're a scientist like Colress is, so if you wouldn't mind coming around to my world someday and seeing what your mind can do to maybe help out with the Illness, I'd seriously appreciate it. You'd be away in Iceland most of the time though.

[So he wouldn't have to be around... those guys.]

I gave the same offer to him, anyway. He was pretty excited to get to do sciencey stuff, so... I thought I should open it to you, too.

[Bruce pauses for a moment at that offer, mostly because he does have to give it through consideration - its definitely not something he can answer Sigrun immediately. It's easy enough to go 'yes' and help because that's what he always wanted to do, and if he could cure an epidemic like the one Sirgun's world is going through? It'll make things all the better.

But at the same time he's placed his responsibilities here, with what he does intend to do, and running off to Iceland for something else doesn't exactly tally up very well.]

If I ever find the time, I'll see what I can do. [That's the best that he can promise - although he will eventually make actual time for it in the future. But possibly not for a while, when emotions were still in the way.

Anyway, as he says that he gets out the gauze and antiseptic, because even though its been two months its still better to play it safe.]

That's all I ask of you, doctor.

[And it really is. There isn't anything she can do to stop the Illness from spreading -- and really it gives her a job she loves, so it isn't like she minds it that much -- but having people who do have knowledge that's been lost for almost a century is too good to pass up.

... Besides, even if they stop the spread within her lifetime there's still many lands to explore and conquer. Sigrun won't be out of a job for a while.]

Thanks. For considering it and for patching me up again. If that potato-mouthed Dane was as good at this as you were, though, I'd have no scars, and that would be a damn shame.

[There's another pause at that, though one could contribute that to Bruce doing his best to focus on his task at hand - which was to clean the general wound area that Sigrun had. Though by all means, its not the hardest thing that Bruce had to do.]

You do not I'm not actually a medical doctor, right?

[He says this as he finishes up cleaning the wound and picks up the gauze.]

Scientists and doctors are the same thing to me.

[... That's all.]

They're really not.

[...that's all.]

... To me, [she'll repeat, because that's the important thing.] Besides, you also did our bodies and stuff like that, so what makes you any different than a medic?

I wasn't trained in this professionally.

[That's a very big difference.]

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