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By my understanding, it is a sort of nervous system. Something very similar to one's heart producing blood and its path through the body. Although Tatsumi produces very little, it can be quite the problem at times.

[Mostly in that Berserker could very well kill him by using too much, which would be easy to do with his Noble Phantasm...]

Food can account for some, in just the way it would for a normal human. It is transferred to me through our pact. We share a sort of spiritual link. ...Well, not anymore, but we did, before this place. There are other ways to transfer prana, but- well, none I wish even to speak of.

[OH NO, THINGS HE DOESN'T WANT TO SPEAK OF] That sounds awful. I hope it is nothing you were ever forced to do.

No, my Master would never ask that of me. ...I haven't told him of those options to begin with. It would be too upsetting for him.

[Well, the murder would be upsetting, the sex would be...differently upsetting. Embarrassing.]

Another might try to force it. All the more reason that I am fortunate in my match.

[When he reaches his work station, Jekyll smiles to Dorian before dropping his arm to decide which medicines to offer.]

[Dorian takes a position to watch Jekyll work without being intrusive.

But he can't stop himself from being curious.] What are those methods?

[There's a fairly long pause as Jekyll debates saying it. His heart pounds in his chest at the mere thought, but then, Dorian's asking...]

...The first is to drain the soul of a human being. Which means killing them. The other is, ah, through the transfer of certain bodily fluids...

[He just can't directly say it's sex.....]

[That sounds horrifying—though for a brief moment, Dorian has the wonderful thought that perhaps it cannot touch him.

The second—] Oh, as in a transfusion of blood?

[Do you think he would do it to you, Dorian?! Or anyone for that matter!!

He chews the inside of his lip, shaking his head.] No, what I mean is semen.

[There is no other way to say it and this is awful.]

[I don't know. WOULD he kill Dorian? That's an interesting question for us to answer.]

[But. Oh. Dorian's eyebrows shoot up. He does turn scarlet, but he holds himself together remarkably well, considering.]

I can see why that method would be untenable.

[Well.....]

It is not exactly ideal. Luckily as I do not have any sort of powers as near every other Heroic Spirit does, I would have little reason to require more.

[He focuses only on what is before him, so he doesn't have to look Dorian in the eye after admitting such shameful things. Even though he's said he takes no part in either, and intends not to! It's still too shocking for him, so he imagines Dorian must feel the same. The flush of his cheeks is partly embarrassment, and largely an anger he must hold back, in thinking of those who would kill for the extra prana. Still, he sets a couple small jars of liquid in front of Dorian.]

Still, it will be an interesting experiment to see whether I'm able to become ill. [And there the smile returns.] If you catch a cold, come cough on me.

[Dorian takes it far better than Jekyll might expect. Indeed, Dorian is thinking over what he has learned of magic, and the idea that it would be transferred through life fluids doesn't seem at all strange. He actually thinks that it would be a fun way to share prana, before he scolds himself for the thought.

And then a moment later, he remembers what Lord Henry said to him. He wonders if it isn't such a terrible thought after all.

But that's aside. He laughs and shakes his head as Jekyll offers the liquid.] I disagree. I don't wish to see you ill. Who knows what this place might do to you?

[No Dorian you're a baby you can't know about this stuff yet. Stay innocent.]

I should think I would manage well enough! Truly, it would be some help. If I knew how I am affected, it could be applied to others in similar situations. Or else as a whole. Such information is worth any illness for the good it would do.

You cannot control the course of an illness. Wouldn't it be better to simply cut open your skin and see if you heal as you ought?

[That suggestion came way too naturally to Dorian. He doesn't notice.]

That is entirely the point, to then find the best way for it to be treated in others, so we might control the illness.

[But the idea is a good one, really. He pauses, thinking it over.] That is much better than waiting to be injured. Perhaps I should...

[Which clearly means he should look around for something sharp.]

[Jekyll forgot: Dorian didn't just get that idea from Ratatosk. Dorian draws his cutlass and offers it to Jekyll.] You may use this, if you like.

-Ah, well, it will do as well as anything.

[Most might not injure themselves on purpose for science, or if they do, it should be a small cut or prick. But Jekyll would do nearly anything for science, and the best results come from the more extreme route! So he rolls up his sleeve, and taking the sword from Dorian, slices across the width of his forearm, near the elbow, deep and long. Blood pours from the wound immediately, of course, but he expected that much, so it comes with no reaction, other than a small flinch of pain. As it keeps bleeding, he passes the sword back with a smile.]

Thank you, it's a beautiful sword.

[And then, slowly it does begin to heal. The bleeding stops, though the wound remains open for some time.]

[Dorian still flinches at the sight of blood. He can't help but look away at first—but that impulse to know overcomes him. And in watching, his sense of horror seems to slip away. He takes the sword wordlessly and sees the speed of it. He realizes his portrait works faster. Is the mechanism different? Or is it just a matter of the speed of prana?

He looks up at Jekyll, eyes as wide and pure and innocent as they were on the day they first met.]

May I touch it?

[Surprised by the question, Jekyll turns his attention from the healing process to Dorian and takes a few moments to answer even after he has.]

Well, if you'd like, why not, I suppose.

[It's a strange request, but maybe Dorian's just interested because science, too!]

[Sort of science. Dorian takes the arm, looking at the wound carefully. Something tightens in his chest. Dorian looks up at Jekyll and he asks,] Are you immortal?

Not exactly. I won't die of any natural causes, but I can be killed. Not easily, certainly it would be impossible for a regular humanbeing. But to kill me, along with the rest, is the goal of the other parties in the war I spoke of.

[Then it isn't like him. Dorian's eyes flicker down; his mouth makes itself into a smile. There is no mirror to reveal the truth of the contract to him.] I hope that this wound doesn't heal any more slowly than it would when you had a Master to help you.

It seems it does, in fact. Normally such a wound, inflicted by nothing but a regular sword would be entirely meaningless, healed in a matter of moments.

[Or is that because he isn't using his Noble Phantasm? He hasn't been injured at any other time. But it's better not to think about that. But he notices Dorian's hesitance, and so he steps closer to touch the boy's arm, offering as good a smile as ever.]

Is something the matter, Dorian?

Yes, of course. [The smile flutters, but it does so with all of youth's innocence, its purity. No one could believe dishonesty of a face like this.] It is only a little jarring to see you in such a state of injury. I overestimated my own tolerance for such a sight.

[Well, that wasn't at all the answer he'd expected. It hadn't even occured to him, somehow, that the sight might be disturbing.]

-Ah, forgive me my disregard, I paid no thought whatsoever to your feelings and comfort! Really it is nothing at all, as a doctor I have seen much worse, as a Heroic Spirit, I have experienced worse!

[He quickly rolls his sleeve down so it at least can't be seen, now full of concern.]

[A soft laugh, meant to reassure Jekyll that it is all right.] No, no—I merely have a little . . . reaction to blood. It's nothing to apologize for.

[NOTHING BUT A LIE, MORE LIKE]

[Well at least they're both liars]

Are you certain? Shall I make tea? It would calm your nerves!

[It does little to stop him from worrying. Instead, Jekyll takes Dorian's hands in his, and is determined to look him in the eye, even if Dorian insists on keeping his eyes down.]

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making his favourite apostle proud tbh

Thomas wouldn't ask, still got a long way to go

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