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[★] ‘ how do you do it ? ’ his quiet voice resonates , a BOOM in comparison to the solitude of his confinement. brows furrow , as if perplexed by his own question , hands curling and uncurling in anticipation. his lungs ache , his throat sore ; years of inertia played a role into muzzling his voice and keeping thoughts unspoken. communication is an exercise not worked into his routine. once again , he tries ———- clears his throat , licks his lips , inhales in preparation to speak.
‘ how do you keep yourself calm ? ’
DESTROYER OF PEACE; manifestation of rage. the primitive, heedless impulse that floods glaucous veins is the very same which plagues him in human form. c a l m ––––– nothing short of an unattainable illusion, a pipe dream, && one the doctor has so often led himself // others to under naive pretenses.
❛ i DON’T. ❜
positive this is not the coveted response, a pen flips betwixt impatient fingers, drifting to a temporary state of mental s o l i t u d e. scanning, racking gray matter for potential phrases of value, any meaningful advice or piece of intel for steve rogers’ closest comrade. no such luck— his mind is exceptional in many regards; he is comprised of equations, nuclear interactions, bred for the sole purpose of crunching data into BRILLIANCE ( but he was not built for conversations like this one. )
❛ sorry. i, uh… guess i’m all out of SECRETS these days. ❜
melancholy r a d i a t e s, his words low, remorse-driven. yes, calm is a farce. if the scientist has any method at all, it is simply to bottle the indignation and hope that when it presents itself, it is unleashed at an appropriate place and time. not that there is ever a truly appropriate setting for atrocities… MORE appropriate, perhaps.