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darker_london2006-04-27 09:43 pm
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Renee - The search for meaning - G
Renee looked up as the door swung open behind her. As expected, it was Doctor Rheinegold entering her room. His eyes immediately leapt upon the red pentacle on the wall above her.
"What's the meaning of that, Renee?" he asked. It wasn't confrontational; if anything, his tone was merely curious.
Renee turned to the pentacle, and seemed to give the question deep consideration. "What is the meaning, indeed," she murmured. "I do not know. That is why it is there." She turned back to the man in the doorway. "What is the meaning of it, Doctor?"
Doctor Rheinegold stepped into the room, sensing the opportunity for what might be a very helpful conversation with Renee. "From what I understand, it's a protective symbol," he volunteered.
"Protective." Renee's eyes seemed to be staring into the middle distance as she pondered this. "Protection from what, Doctor?"
The doctor shrugged. "Evil, I suppose. Misfortune."
"Demons?"
This seemed to stump the doctor, but he recovered his composure quickly. "I suppose some people might believe it wards off demons, yes."
At this, Renee's eyes widened, and she quickly turned and smeared the red pastel across the wall, turning the immaculately drawn pentacle into little more but a crimson smudge.
"I don't want to keep the demons away," Renee muttered.
Doctor Rheinegold leaned forward. "Why not, Renee?"
Her eyes seemed to become keenly aware of the doctor, and her expression became one of near-contempt. "Ah, but you do not know, doctor. You do not know." She paused for a moment. "Meaning," she mused. "Yes, that is what you want, isn't it? What we all want. Meaning..."
The doctor simply stared, not knowing how to respond. Where was all of this coming from? She had never spoken like this to anyone since she was transferred here, according to her records...
"Shall we go?" Renee's voice broke into his thoughts. "Are we not supposed to go to the consulting rooms?"
"Yes," the doctor nodded, getting back into territory he understood. "Yes, we are. Come along, Renee."
* * *
Hours later, Renee collapsed on her bed, all her energy seeming to drain away from her.
"Wha'd you put me on... sed'tives for... an'way...," she muttered as she fell asleep.
"What's the meaning of that, Renee?" he asked. It wasn't confrontational; if anything, his tone was merely curious.
Renee turned to the pentacle, and seemed to give the question deep consideration. "What is the meaning, indeed," she murmured. "I do not know. That is why it is there." She turned back to the man in the doorway. "What is the meaning of it, Doctor?"
Doctor Rheinegold stepped into the room, sensing the opportunity for what might be a very helpful conversation with Renee. "From what I understand, it's a protective symbol," he volunteered.
"Protective." Renee's eyes seemed to be staring into the middle distance as she pondered this. "Protection from what, Doctor?"
The doctor shrugged. "Evil, I suppose. Misfortune."
"Demons?"
This seemed to stump the doctor, but he recovered his composure quickly. "I suppose some people might believe it wards off demons, yes."
At this, Renee's eyes widened, and she quickly turned and smeared the red pastel across the wall, turning the immaculately drawn pentacle into little more but a crimson smudge.
"I don't want to keep the demons away," Renee muttered.
Doctor Rheinegold leaned forward. "Why not, Renee?"
Her eyes seemed to become keenly aware of the doctor, and her expression became one of near-contempt. "Ah, but you do not know, doctor. You do not know." She paused for a moment. "Meaning," she mused. "Yes, that is what you want, isn't it? What we all want. Meaning..."
The doctor simply stared, not knowing how to respond. Where was all of this coming from? She had never spoken like this to anyone since she was transferred here, according to her records...
"Shall we go?" Renee's voice broke into his thoughts. "Are we not supposed to go to the consulting rooms?"
"Yes," the doctor nodded, getting back into territory he understood. "Yes, we are. Come along, Renee."
* * *
Hours later, Renee collapsed on her bed, all her energy seeming to drain away from her.
"Wha'd you put me on... sed'tives for... an'way...," she muttered as she fell asleep.