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[Ratio can only hope that this progress is genuine. He knocks on the door of the address he'd been given. The place looks small, but nice nonetheless. Better than a mental hospital, at least.]

Natalia herself looks more tired and disheveled than usual.

I see you've made it out of the hospital. Your nurses must be delighted. You, however seem to be... quite troubled. Is quiet life not treating you well?

Ah, mental growing pains.

You should consider enlivening your living space. A colorless home devoid of furniture is no place to build a life.

horrible… as Dottore has been

Perhaps so. Still... it's not exactly advantageous to linger on the past.

She slumps against the plain walls of her empty living room. Not even any photos on the walls, or bookshelves against them. No couch, no chairs, nothing. It barely qualifies as a living room.

That is for you to decide, Dr. Mirza. I don't doubt that you can ascertain for yourself a new and fulfilling way of life, given your talent and intellect.

She buries her face in her hands, her headband falling off. With no headband, it’s clear to see how she tried to hack off her bangs. Progress?

You're... not. My apologies. It is only natural that someone in your situation feel... utterly directionless.

You seem to know what to do, tell me how to start.

A congenial living space would do much for your mental wellbeing and sense of belonging.

Is that so? Well, how can I decorate based on my interests? I don’t know who I am anymore.

What about... browsing the bazaar, and determining what speaks to your tastes? Your aesthetics cannot have vanished from a mere change of lifestyle, however dramatic it may have been.

She struggles to her feet and goes and gets her shawl and some paper. The paper is the drawings Bendy did for her once, but surely he won’t mind if she uses the backs of them to take notes.

@b00kw0rmm , we have all day to waste on research.

[He opens the door for her and follows her out.]

[Ratio can only hope that this progress is genuine. He knocks on the door of the address he'd been given. The place looks small, but nice nonetheless. Better than a mental hospital, at least.]

Natalia herself looks more tired and disheveled than usual.

I see you've made it out of the hospital. Your nurses must be delighted. You, however seem to be... quite troubled. Is quiet life not treating you well?

Ah, mental growing pains.

You should consider enlivening your living space. A colorless home devoid of furniture is no place to build a life.

horrible… as Dottore has been

Perhaps so. Still... it's not exactly advantageous to linger on the past.

She slumps against the plain walls of her empty living room. Not even any photos on the walls, or bookshelves against them. No couch, no chairs, nothing. It barely qualifies as a living room.

That is for you to decide, Dr. Mirza. I don't doubt that you can ascertain for yourself a new and fulfilling way of life, given your talent and intellect.

She buries her face in her hands, her headband falling off. With no headband, it’s clear to see how she tried to hack off her bangs. Progress?

You're... not. My apologies. It is only natural that someone in your situation feel... utterly directionless.

You seem to know what to do, tell me how to start.

A congenial living space would do much for your mental wellbeing and sense of belonging.

Is that so? Well, how can I decorate based on my interests? I don’t know who I am anymore.

What about... browsing the bazaar, and determining what speaks to your tastes? Your aesthetics cannot have vanished from a mere change of lifestyle, however dramatic it may have been.

[Ratio can only hope that this progress is genuine. He knocks on the door of the address he'd been given. The place looks small, but nice nonetheless. Better than a mental hospital, at least.]

Natalia herself looks more tired and disheveled than usual.

I see you've made it out of the hospital. Your nurses must be delighted. You, however seem to be... quite troubled. Is quiet life not treating you well?

Ah, mental growing pains.

You should consider enlivening your living space. A colorless home devoid of furniture is no place to build a life.

horrible… as Dottore has been

Perhaps so. Still... it's not exactly advantageous to linger on the past.

She slumps against the plain walls of her empty living room. Not even any photos on the walls, or bookshelves against them. No couch, no chairs, nothing. It barely qualifies as a living room.

That is for you to decide, Dr. Mirza. I don't doubt that you can ascertain for yourself a new and fulfilling way of life, given your talent and intellect.

She buries her face in her hands, her headband falling off. With no headband, it’s clear to see how she tried to hack off her bangs. Progress?

You're... not. My apologies. It is only natural that someone in your situation feel... utterly directionless.

You seem to know what to do, tell me how to start.

A congenial living space would do much for your mental wellbeing and sense of belonging.

[Ratio can only hope that this progress is genuine. He knocks on the door of the address he'd been given. The place looks small, but nice nonetheless. Better than a mental hospital, at least.]

Natalia herself looks more tired and disheveled than usual.

I see you've made it out of the hospital. Your nurses must be delighted. You, however seem to be... quite troubled. Is quiet life not treating you well?

Ah, mental growing pains.

You should consider enlivening your living space. A colorless home devoid of furniture is no place to build a life.

horrible… as Dottore has been

Perhaps so. Still... it's not exactly advantageous to linger on the past.

She slumps against the plain walls of her empty living room. Not even any photos on the walls, or bookshelves against them. No couch, no chairs, nothing. It barely qualifies as a living room.

That is for you to decide, Dr. Mirza. I don't doubt that you can ascertain for yourself a new and fulfilling way of life, given your talent and intellect.

Agh- yes, yes, my apologies. My strong words were unwarranted. Is this beast so vicious with every stranger he meets?

[Ratio can only hope that this progress is genuine. He knocks on the door of the address he'd been given. The place looks small, but nice nonetheless. Better than a mental hospital, at least.]

Natalia herself looks more tired and disheveled than usual.

I see you've made it out of the hospital. Your nurses must be delighted. You, however seem to be... quite troubled. Is quiet life not treating you well?

Ah, mental growing pains.

You should consider enlivening your living space. A colorless home devoid of furniture is no place to build a life.

horrible… as Dottore has been

Perhaps so. Still... it's not exactly advantageous to linger on the past.

She slumps against the plain walls of her empty living room. Not even any photos on the walls, or bookshelves against them. No couch, no chairs, nothing. It barely qualifies as a living room.

That is for you to decide, Dr. Mirza. I don't doubt that you can ascertain for yourself a new and fulfilling way of life, given your talent and intellect.

She buries her face in her hands, her headband falling off. With no headband, it’s clear to see how she tried to hack off her bangs. Progress?

You're... not. My apologies. It is only natural that someone in your situation feel... utterly directionless.

[Ratio can only hope that this progress is genuine. He knocks on the door of the address he'd been given. The place looks small, but nice nonetheless. Better than a mental hospital, at least.]

Natalia herself looks more tired and disheveled than usual.

I see you've made it out of the hospital. Your nurses must be delighted. You, however seem to be... quite troubled. Is quiet life not treating you well?

Ah, mental growing pains.

You should consider enlivening your living space. A colorless home devoid of furniture is no place to build a life.

horrible… as Dottore has been

Perhaps so. Still... it's not exactly advantageous to linger on the past.

She slumps against the plain walls of her empty living room. Not even any photos on the walls, or bookshelves against them. No couch, no chairs, nothing. It barely qualifies as a living room.

That is for you to decide, Dr. Mirza. I don't doubt that you can ascertain for yourself a new and fulfilling way of life, given your talent and intellect.

[Ratio can only hope that this progress is genuine. He knocks on the door of the address he'd been given. The place looks small, but nice nonetheless. Better than a mental hospital, at least.]

Natalia herself looks more tired and disheveled than usual.

I see you've made it out of the hospital. Your nurses must be delighted. You, however seem to be... quite troubled. Is quiet life not treating you well?

Ah, mental growing pains.

You should consider enlivening your living space. A colorless home devoid of furniture is no place to build a life.

horrible… as Dottore has been

Perhaps so. Still... it's not exactly advantageous to linger on the past.

[Ratio can only hope that this progress is genuine. He knocks on the door of the address he'd been given. The place looks small, but nice nonetheless. Better than a mental hospital, at least.]

Natalia herself looks more tired and disheveled than usual.

I see you've made it out of the hospital. Your nurses must be delighted. You, however seem to be... quite troubled. Is quiet life not treating you well?

Ah, mental growing pains.

You should consider enlivening your living space. A colorless home devoid of furniture is no place to build a life.

[Ratio can only hope that this progress is genuine. He knocks on the door of the address he'd been given. The place looks small, but nice nonetheless. Better than a mental hospital, at least.]

Natalia herself looks more tired and disheveled than usual.

I see you've made it out of the hospital. Your nurses must be delighted. You, however seem to be... quite troubled. Is quiet life not treating you well?

Are you exactly... fit to be discharged?

She shoves the papers towards him more insistently. Despite being mostly healed she looks haggard.

Though, considering your situation...

Sign the papers.

If I do this, you must agree to take my medical advice. Proper nutrition and exercise, decent hygiene, and no overworking yourself; you must give yourself ample time to rest, daily. Do you agree to these conditions?

She grumbles to herself about the autism specialist.

[He puts the pen down and crosses his arms.]

She grabs the pen and starts trying to stab his eye out.

Miss Natalia, do mind your manners. I would be loathe to have to hospitalize you again.

She tries to sit up.

Mm, interesting. You're quite out of practice.

Her eyebags are as bad as usual, maybe even worse.

And you are most definitely not fit to be discharged.

She’s going to need much more help.

Having medical plights does not make one defective. Trust me, I would know. You are free to be useful again once your mental condition shows improvement—given that you find a new occupation, that is.

You’re not Etoiles, you don’t deserve this ramble. You pose no danger to Dottore when I return home.

If I may be blunt, unless you suck it up and accept treatment, you will continue to be useless, as you so call it, for the remainder of your days. Don't tell me you distrust modern science?

And please, I beg of you, it’s Mrs or Dr Mirza to you. I may have married my husband for tax fraud and tomfoolery, but it would be a shame for the illusion we’ve carefully crafted to fall apart.

...Ah, and, I was wondering about that. I'm highly skeptical that you would ever marry someone for reasons of the heart. It seems that my skepticism was warranted.

The orange idiot isn’t my romantic type, but out my many patients he is the most humorous. Had he been a woman in STEM like myself, perhaps I would have not forced Webtorre to dress up as me on the wedding day.

[He offers Natalia a hand.]

She takes his hand, then looks at it like she’s going to bite it with her sharp teeth.

I fear such actions would only lengthen your stay.

Such sentiments are not conducive to the recovery of your mental wellbeing, Dr. Mirza.

You really want me to be defective, how sad. You really want me to be strapped to the execution chair, and find out whatever afterlife there is for lab made freaks like me. I’ve been refusing to die out of spite for all of you, none of you will make me a broken object.

What, exactly, necessitates such a reaction?!

You clearly aren’t listening when I tell you I don’t want your help. Perhaps physical harm will hammer in the message.

Oh, I hear your message, loud and clear. However, I can't say it sways me. I'm afraid your efforts will be futile.

She grabs onto any exposed skin on him and gets to biting.

I suggest you stop that if you want to avoid a concussion.

Consider me a lost cause and I’ll cease.

She continues biting at him until he is forced to give her a concussion with how many times he hits her with his codex.

Ughhh…. Go away hat man, I don’t owe you anything.

[Ratio heaves a sigh, cleaning and bandaging himself up before cautiously stepping around Natalia and crouching down to treat her wounds. She shouldn't pose much of a threat in this condition.]

She spits out the chalk she bit.

Because delirium is only a sign of upmost mental wellness, of course.

I'm afraid I've set your recovery back a bit. Now, will you cooperate in returning to your hospital, or will I have to further exasperate your injuries in the process?

Are you exactly... fit to be discharged?

She shoves the papers towards him more insistently. Despite being mostly healed she looks haggard.

Though, considering your situation...

Sign the papers.

If I do this, you must agree to take my medical advice. Proper nutrition and exercise, decent hygiene, and no overworking yourself; you must give yourself ample time to rest, daily. Do you agree to these conditions?

She grumbles to herself about the autism specialist.

[He puts the pen down and crosses his arms.]

She grabs the pen and starts trying to stab his eye out.

Miss Natalia, do mind your manners. I would be loathe to have to hospitalize you again.

She tries to sit up.

Mm, interesting. You're quite out of practice.

Her eyebags are as bad as usual, maybe even worse.

And you are most definitely not fit to be discharged.

She’s going to need much more help.

Having medical plights does not make one defective. Trust me, I would know. You are free to be useful again once your mental condition shows improvement—given that you find a new occupation, that is.

You’re not Etoiles, you don’t deserve this ramble. You pose no danger to Dottore when I return home.

If I may be blunt, unless you suck it up and accept treatment, you will continue to be useless, as you so call it, for the remainder of your days. Don't tell me you distrust modern science?

And please, I beg of you, it’s Mrs or Dr Mirza to you. I may have married my husband for tax fraud and tomfoolery, but it would be a shame for the illusion we’ve carefully crafted to fall apart.

...Ah, and, I was wondering about that. I'm highly skeptical that you would ever marry someone for reasons of the heart. It seems that my skepticism was warranted.

The orange idiot isn’t my romantic type, but out my many patients he is the most humorous. Had he been a woman in STEM like myself, perhaps I would have not forced Webtorre to dress up as me on the wedding day.

[He offers Natalia a hand.]

She takes his hand, then looks at it like she’s going to bite it with her sharp teeth.

I fear such actions would only lengthen your stay.

Such sentiments are not conducive to the recovery of your mental wellbeing, Dr. Mirza.

You really want me to be defective, how sad. You really want me to be strapped to the execution chair, and find out whatever afterlife there is for lab made freaks like me. I’ve been refusing to die out of spite for all of you, none of you will make me a broken object.

What, exactly, necessitates such a reaction?!

You clearly aren’t listening when I tell you I don’t want your help. Perhaps physical harm will hammer in the message.

Oh, I hear your message, loud and clear. However, I can't say it sways me. I'm afraid your efforts will be futile.

She grabs onto any exposed skin on him and gets to biting.

I suggest you stop that if you want to avoid a concussion.

Consider me a lost cause and I’ll cease.

She continues biting at him until he is forced to give her a concussion with how many times he hits her with his codex.

Ughhh…. Go away hat man, I don’t owe you anything.

[Ratio heaves a sigh, cleaning and bandaging himself up before cautiously stepping around Natalia and crouching down to treat her wounds. She shouldn't pose much of a threat in this condition.]

She spits out the chalk she bit.

Because delirium is only a sign of upmost mental wellness, of course.