Ocular Debridement

[Farah]

Farah listened, brow crinkling at times before smoothing out as she continued to file away slides. Busy work was good, it kept her mind from wandering and oddly enough helped her focus on Connor as he answered her.

It seemed that she had asked a personal question. When he leaned in a little closer, Farah did not raise her head nor did she pull away. Her eyes flickered up to him as he spoke of the ills that plagued the Jedi. Something she’d heard before from the Sith. Their talk of the Jedi was always steeped in hatred, so much to the point that Farah wondered if it was even true or just stories of exaggeration created to keep the young and impressionable Sith apprentices from exploring a different side of the Force. That, or to manipulate anger and hatred towards the enemy.

“I apologize if I’ve touched a nerve.” Her tone was far from apologetic, nor was it mocking in sarcasm. “You harbor quite a bit of anger towards them, it seems.” She observed.

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[Connor Harrison]

As Farah spoke, his intensity diffused and he lolled his head gently to the side left and right.

”Anger, not quite. Maybe at one point. Please don’t be sorry, it’s just something festering away. I think it’s more a case of unfinished business. Unanswered questions, you know? At one point I was driven by nothing BUT anger and blind rage, but now I can honestly say I am less driven by them and more wanting to live my own life.”

He sighed and sat back, brushing his hands down and placing them on his knees to show composure.

”I was not born, or created, under the shadow of the Dark Side, but it has simply developed naturally and I can’t fight it. It’s the only path I can follow that will not have my constantly in conflict with my own morality, but it’s been a very long time since I’ve been active in the field like I was under Silver colours.”

A thought crossed his mind.

”If you need a hand out there, if anything is put upon you...” it was like his compassion for Joza all over again, ”…then you know my name and you can always call upon me if you need to.”

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[Farah]

Farah remained silent as Connor sorted himself out, gaze neither empathetic nor judgmental. At her core, she was a scientist. A scientist who’d only been alive for a handful of months and was still learning about the world around her. She observed, she learned.

His offer seemed to surprise her, scarlet brows inching upwards and she remained silent for a few moments. It seemed strange given how they had just met, but Farah was aware enough to understand that people were different in the way they processed situations. Still, she wasn’t exactly sure how she felt.

“I’ll remember that.”

She reached for one of the slides, slipping it onto the stage of the scope as the door slid open. An attendant from the pharmacy had arrived, handing a white bag made of cheap, thin plastoid over to the doctor. Farah opened it and looked inside before giving the arrival a curt nod and turning her attention back to Connor.

“Antibiotics and saline.” She handed him over the bag. “Use the saline as needed, but make sure keept the antibiotic drops for 10 days straight to kill any potential infections.” A brief pause as she seemed to search for appropriate wording. “If things worsen after then, come back.”

Oh, she’d hate to have to do anything invasive. Already she was mentally running over the list of possible reasons she’d have to operate.

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[Connor Harrison]

Connor gave a nod, and stood as the pharmacist entered with his bag of treatment. Nothing exciting but hopefully it would do the job without need for anything, too invasive. The eye twitched a little at the thought and he refrained from itching.

”Thank you, Farah. 10 days.”

He took the bag and held it tight in his hand and moved to the door and watched the assistant leave.

”Well, I hope to see you again one day but not under your scalpel all being well. It was…interesting to meet you, and I wish you well on your path of discovery.”

It really was like looking at Joza Perl – it was crazy. Cloning was such a fascinating, and scary, science and one he would never understand. Connor backed out of the small treatment room with a polite smile. Time to sign out, sign for the treatment and see what else lay ahead for him on this day.

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