Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20190127200805/@comment-25389303-20190513225003

Helldrix observed the doctor's surgical scars with the morbid interest only a scientist could express. The damaged, twisted tissue hidden beneath the man's coat was enough to turn the strongest of stomachs, though to the young doctor's merit he did not look away.

"Your dedication to your craft is admirable, Alex. May I call you Alex?" He sat back down in his seat opposite the man. "I suppose it is as a great man once said: 'While the law has many penalties for the atrocities we inflict on others, there are no punishments for the terrors we inflict on ourselves.' Had my particular field of research allowed it, I wonder whether I would have been committed enough to perform such...lasting...experiments on myself. Truly, you are an inspiration to medical visionaries across Remnant.

"And do not worry about the Cavalier units that perished during your conflict with Smiler's Gang - payment was received in full. Though, it is disappointing that I could not see them properly in the field. Perhaps in the future, once I assemble a new army."

Steepling his fingers, Helldrix leant back in his chair. In the following moments, it felt as if the temperature in the ship fell several degrees.

"Forgive me Alex if this sounds abrupt, but I would appreciate your insight on a medical diagnosis that I encountered during my work at Frostbite Asylum..." He paused for a moment, as if to consider the sensibility of his question, but then continued:

"What do you know of Split Brain Syndrome?"