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Doctor Noah Saetang clutched his pad as the elevator brought him down. He took a deep breath to calm himself.
This was it… If this panned out, it would be the biggest breakthrough in his career.
No… He shouldn’t think of it like that. He was a psychiatrist and this was a patient. It should be about helping the patient, not a promotion.
Still, the patient he managed to make an appointment with was… something else. A Templar. But not just any Templar; if the reports are to be believed, this man was second in command, right underneath the enigmatic ‘Geist’.
“His Mind must be in tatters…” Noah muttered. The facility he worked at was specialized in treating Psionic damage, but a Templar… was another matter entirely. There was no other term for what happened to them but brainwashing. Both psionically and psychologically. If he could help him. Deprogram him, that would help the field of psychology so much… The elevator door opened to the hallway where they kept the more… volatile patients.
Noah never agreed with the conditions under which the patients were kept, but he also couldn’t deny that Psionics were dangerous, especially when out of control. It was a necessary evil.
He entered one of the later rooms. This wasn’t a patient’s room. Rather, it was used for interrogation.
Noah just told himself it was a precaution for when they had people from the Resistance, and it wasn’t regularly used…
He took a deep breath and looked up from his pad and at his patient. Time to go to work.
The man in front of him was… old. Worn. Some heavy scars and a scowling expression that looked almost etched into his face.
The most he could see, though, were in the patient’s eyes. Even though a quick glance at the report showed him that they weren’t working. Still, there was a lot in them. Coldness and fury. A weary, bone deep determination. And, at the moment, a lot of anger. His hands were cuffed at the table he sat at and a dampening collar was around his neck, making sure his Psionics were in check, for everyone’s safety.
“Alright…” Noah said, taking place in the chair opposite of his patient. “Let’s get this started.”
“Piss off.” His patient almost immediately said.
“Sir, I know this isn’t the best situation you’re in, but I’m here to help…”
“Y’know, I find that rather hard to believe.” The man hissed, tugging at his cuffs fiercely to make his point.
“A precaution. Templars are known to be somewhat unstable.”
“Getting hunted down because you try to stop the Elders from corrupting our planet’s very core isn’t exactly great for your mental health.”
“Is that the story Geist has been telling you?” Noah asked.
“It’s the truth.”
“I’m sure that is what he made you believe, maybe even planted in your mind…”
“Ex-fucking-CUSE ME?!” This positively enraged him. “You better shut your mouth about things you don’t know unless you want me to show just how deadly I am without my psionics.” He got up, hand still pinned to the table but it was enough to frighten Noah into getting up and leaving. “That’s what I figured you fucking COWARD.” Was the last thing he heard before he was in the elevator already. As he made it go up, Noah leaned his head to the wall and sighed.
“That could’ve gone better…” He muttered to himself.