#crepttore

redraw of an old piece…… Crepttore art in the big 26 UNC STILL GOT IT.😭🙏🙏 og version underneath cut…

– Tell me about yourself. What do you like?

The Doctor is confused by this question and puts his cooling cup of tea aside: it is clear that he is not being interrogated, but this man opposite has already made it clear that he is far from science – so far from it. Tell about his theories? About previous projects? Whatever he does, these are not the best topics for conversation because of... "Excesses". Besides, the scientist remembered very well those few times when he tried not only to listen, but to share, and heard only: "Please stop spewing this unnecessary information, Dottore, I am not interested. Time is money." It is not surprising that this was the answer given to him by the only colleague who had previously disturbed his peace, because even in the Academy there was only a pitiful handful of people who understood his incoherent speeches and endless tirades of chatter. And the Doctor grew quieter, concluding that he was probably simply not naturally suited to expressing his thoughts to others and having them respond in the slightest.

- I'm afraid, Master Crepus... This is relatively unusual for me.

- Unusual to talk about yourself or to talk to someone?

Seeing someone else's good-natured grin, the harbinger makes another long pause and his interlocutor gives him this time, because he sees from the side how he is thinking hard, his eyes running across the table, and notices that he does not like to maintain eye contact: who knows, maybe under the mask this task would be easier for him than now in a more vulnerable state, when the face, although not accustomed to expressing violent emotions in public, reflects shadows of doubt, indecision and a grin with self-irony.

- Probably... Both, huh.

The winemaker slightly squints with a smile and then easily snaps his fingers:

- Good. Then, how about you ask me something by yourself? And then you can say what you think about my thoughts.

- Your plan is slightly... Unstable, - Dottore slightly frowns and glances away from him, not immediately finding a more delicate equivalent of the word "lousy", so as not to act rashly, - You may not like what you hear.

- But that's normal, right?

The Doctor, with a distrustful and slightly displeased look, glances at the man himself: does he even understand the possible consequences of disagreement and indignation? Either he lives in a world where no one dares to argue or swear with Ragnvindr in discussions, or he is simply naive to the point of impossibility. Both options are possible, which means that only Dottore will be able to bear responsibility for the further dialogue - and will be forced to interrupt it in time, if necessary, since he is the only one who understands the risks. Or more precisely, who always predicts the tragic outcome of communication: the choice of words in a conversation is a battlefield where you are always under fire. In this case, he can either evade into something easier and less problematic, but how long can something like this continue? Or, the Doctor can strike out and bring forward a topic that will immediately make it clear: is this game worth the candle or will he not hear anything new. Deep down, he sincerely does not want to be disappointed in a person who turned out to be so polite to him without any nauseating ingratiating flattery and at the same time so relaxed in his behavior. But if he is not disappointed in him now - later this feeling will only acquire even greater bitterness.

- What is "Morality" for you.

The man's face shows a very surprised, even slightly naively absurd grimace, as if he had heard "Why is the sky blue" from Diluc and Kaya again, but the extremely serious look of the interlocutor makes him treat the question without embarrassment or a smirk.

- I think... It's some kind of internal landmark, I don't know. A compass? And it shows a person in which direction to move.

- Hm? - The doctor squints slightly, raising one eyebrow in thought, as if trying out an unexpected position in his thoughts, - Usually I only hear that this is a measure of dividing the world into black and white.

- What about "gray morality"?

- No one remembers it. As a rule, most people believe that "they" are good, and "others" are bad. And the maximum deviation from this axiom... Only when the "bad" supposedly want justice, - he again recalls the hours when he was only a diligent listener, - More precisely: to become "good", and to make the "good" "bad", as they should be. A standard change of places of terms... And quite absurd.

- It still seems to me, - the man smiles weakly, having understood the main essence of someone else's words and also realizing that the cunning interlocutor has so far voiced only something extraneous from the side of the observer, but not his point of view, - Each person has his own morality: his own system of values. There are many of them and that's the beauty of it. It's even scary to imagine if I'm the only one who thinks so...

The Second's facial expression is confusedly transformed with a silent, logical question.

- Because... I don't think it can be that I am so extraordinary.

And the Doctor was already again overcome with boredom at such an answer, closing his eyes, if only he had not heard:

– ...but rather I want to think that I am not alone in the Universe who thinks, feels and perceives the world in the same way. Even if I never talk to this person, even if this someone lives on the other side of the continent, a hundred miles away... I still want to believe that I am not alone.

– Even if it is self-deception? – Dottore cannot accept someone else's logic, because it does not give him peace: blind faith is too naive and stupid, it smacks of some weakness and... Humility. And yet the next phrase makes him feel something, even if it is completely ghostly and implicit.

– When you feel lonely, involuntarily... You don't have to choose. Only this keeps you afloat. And can hope in the hearts of people be considered a lie? And if so... Is bad really considered bad.

I probably look insane to everybody around me because of how obsessed I am with some guys dead father that only appeared for 17 panels