[Kimblee doesn't respond immediately; he simply moves over to the desk, finding one of those journals he keeps and flipping it open to a blank page before finding a pen and sketching out a few things.
He remains standing the entire time, leaning forward over the desk, one hand braced on it to keep his balance; his hair is falling over one shoulder, still looking more than slightly unkempt.]
You seemed to have lost a fair amount of time, and a fair amount of mental function along with it - you were still speaking to me, it was coherent, but you didn't seem able to remember the difference between myself and others sometimes. It was very confusing, really - sometimes you seemed to think you had some sort of say in what had been done to you, at others you insisted that you hadn't had any; it was incredibly peculiar, not that the entire thing wasn't incredibly peculiar to start with, even though you seemed to think I shouldn't find it to be such.
[He's talking while he works; it soon becomes fairly clear that he isn't necessarily talking to Archer, regardless of the actual words he's using. His tone is distant and almost alarmingly blank, the sort of quality he gets when he's talking to fill silence; he doesn't seem to realize how incoherent he's getting, and honestly, even if Archer tries to interrupt him he likely won't notice.]
One thing was plain, you were very distressed about it; you broke that mirror I had in the base in Mahogany, though I've no doubt it's fixed itself by now, you know how it goes...and there were other parts to it than what I'm going to show you but we can discuss that later. Either way, as I said, incredibly distressed and more than a bit angry about it, and you wasted no time in telling me about it, you didn't seem to have much control over what you said...
[He pauses for a moment, looking down at that notebook as though he's considering before passing it over to Archer. His drawings are actually fairly good, if unrefined and allowing for the idea that anatomy isn't his strong suit; he's gotten the basic gist of the automail down, at any rate.]
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He remains standing the entire time, leaning forward over the desk, one hand braced on it to keep his balance; his hair is falling over one shoulder, still looking more than slightly unkempt.]
You seemed to have lost a fair amount of time, and a fair amount of mental function along with it - you were still speaking to me, it was coherent, but you didn't seem able to remember the difference between myself and others sometimes. It was very confusing, really - sometimes you seemed to think you had some sort of say in what had been done to you, at others you insisted that you hadn't had any; it was incredibly peculiar, not that the entire thing wasn't incredibly peculiar to start with, even though you seemed to think I shouldn't find it to be such.
[He's talking while he works; it soon becomes fairly clear that he isn't necessarily talking to Archer, regardless of the actual words he's using. His tone is distant and almost alarmingly blank, the sort of quality he gets when he's talking to fill silence; he doesn't seem to realize how incoherent he's getting, and honestly, even if Archer tries to interrupt him he likely won't notice.]
One thing was plain, you were very distressed about it; you broke that mirror I had in the base in Mahogany, though I've no doubt it's fixed itself by now, you know how it goes...and there were other parts to it than what I'm going to show you but we can discuss that later. Either way, as I said, incredibly distressed and more than a bit angry about it, and you wasted no time in telling me about it, you didn't seem to have much control over what you said...
[He pauses for a moment, looking down at that notebook as though he's considering before passing it over to Archer. His drawings are actually fairly good, if unrefined and allowing for the idea that anatomy isn't his strong suit; he's gotten the basic gist of the automail down, at any rate.]
That's it, more or less.