"Nah, Stephen didn't give me Frankie. I got him from another surgeon. And I knew Stephen before all the... other stuff. Back in medical school. Showed promise but had a few personality problems, shall we say. He's gotten a lot better since then; I'd hoped he would though he lost his surgeon's hands in the process, after the accident.
The whole thing turned out rather well though. Funny that."
Frankie came back and dropped the stick at Raphael's feet then sat next to him.
"'Don't like' is a mild way to put it. I can't stand it here. It's bad for me, I can feel it. I can feel myself sliding a little more everyday, doing questionable things, feeling... the wrong emotions, I guess.
And I personally think you're wrong. Everything so far - Aziraphale, whatever Crowley did, and so on... it's all been handled by other people. In the meantime bird flu is breaking out, there's a famine brewing in Kenya, there are all sorts of medical frauds going on... Not that it's unusual. With six billion people, there's always a problem somewhere. And I'm holed up in a mansion with a bunch of beings, half of whom I dislike and none of whom need my help."
He looked John in the eyes.
"I don't mind all of you. But I've basically been chained here with people I don't care for who are keeping me from helping the ones I do. Sorry to disappoint, but that means I'm getting out of here as often as I can without violating orders.
Don't count on me." He frowned. "And if what the rumors say comes true, if what Crowley says is accurate... when the time comes I might not even care about healing, period."
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Date: 2006-01-28 07:44 pm (UTC)"Nah, Stephen didn't give me Frankie. I got him from another surgeon. And I knew Stephen before all the... other stuff. Back in medical school. Showed promise but had a few personality problems, shall we say. He's gotten a lot better since then; I'd hoped he would though he lost his surgeon's hands in the process, after the accident.
The whole thing turned out rather well though. Funny that."
Frankie came back and dropped the stick at Raphael's feet then sat next to him.
"'Don't like' is a mild way to put it. I can't stand it here. It's bad for me, I can feel it. I can feel myself sliding a little more everyday, doing questionable things, feeling... the wrong emotions, I guess.
And I personally think you're wrong. Everything so far - Aziraphale, whatever Crowley did, and so on... it's all been handled by other people. In the meantime bird flu is breaking out, there's a famine brewing in Kenya, there are all sorts of medical frauds going on... Not that it's unusual. With six billion people, there's always a problem somewhere. And I'm holed up in a mansion with a bunch of beings, half of whom I dislike and none of whom need my help."
He looked John in the eyes.
"I don't mind all of you. But I've basically been chained here with people I don't care for who are keeping me from helping the ones I do. Sorry to disappoint, but that means I'm getting out of here as often as I can without violating orders.
Don't count on me." He frowned. "And if what the rumors say comes true, if what Crowley says is accurate... when the time comes I might not even care about healing, period."