SHIRH: yeah. that'd be nice, wouldn't it.
AJACT: ughhhhh.
SHIRH: you remember much of my memories?
AJACT: no.
SHIRH: you ever learn about shell shock in school?
AJACT: I dunno. probably. that's when... hey. I'm not shell shocked.
SHIRH: weird, i've been going through the diagnostic criteria in my head and you're ticking every box.
AJACT: fuck off.
SHIRH: nation of two, remember?
SHIRH: one thing we know about shell shock is that ignoring it doesn't make it go away, it just stresses you out and makes you act like an asshole.
SHIRH: in the army there's mandatory leave if it gets too bad.
AJACT: you want to put me on leave from fucking talking to people.
SHIRH: no, idiot. i want you to have a little fuckin patience. if it could be fixed in a day we would've figured that out by now. just, you know, try to keep your upper eyes on your emotions.
AJACT: ugh. this is nurse stuff.
SHIRH: living earth, who gives a shit? the caste force aren't gonna come find me for taking jobs from honest nurses, and even if mydistrata still existed or the caste force were ever a real fucking thing i don't think they'd take you in for introspection.
SHIRH: what do they teach in feynish schools.
AJACT: wow, thanks auntie. I feel all better.
SHIRH: just think about it, ok? like actually think, with your brain, and come to your own conclusions.
AJACT: ...
SHIRH: ...