Well... in the elevators, at least, I believe that we're more-or-less safe from prying eyes. Definitely in my rooms, if you'd rather hold off until then.
[When the elevator stops, she steps out, ducking under one of the ropes marked with a 'Caution' sign.]
Ignore the signs, as I said; they're my own work.
Frankly, in regards to telling me your problems... it's nice to know, in a sense, that we're not exactly the same, while not so different as to be unrecognisable as versions of the same person. And if music is the only thing that you can lose yourself in safely... well, the problems of others are my equivalent. For some people, the telling helps, and in that way I'm able to help with their troubles, and not dwell on my own for as long as the telling takes.
[At least, that's what Descole has justified her meetings with the convict Clive Dove as. Layton isn't visiting him - and the boy is lucky for it, despite missing the professor he remembers - so Descole takes his place. Doing the same with her double, as it were, is even better in that she can fool herself into thinking she's actually helping herself, even if she can't lose herself in that connection the way she does with others. No matter how emotional she gets, she cannot mix him up with herself. Though, perhaps his being the one person she cannot mix up with his equivalent in her world works as a measure of her remaining sanity; when her emotions become enough that she can no longer differentiate between herself and her own doubles, as she already struggles with others and their doubles, then what sanity remains at present will have left her.]
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[When the elevator stops, she steps out, ducking under one of the ropes marked with a 'Caution' sign.]
Ignore the signs, as I said; they're my own work.
Frankly, in regards to telling me your problems... it's nice to know, in a sense, that we're not exactly the same, while not so different as to be unrecognisable as versions of the same person. And if music is the only thing that you can lose yourself in safely... well, the problems of others are my equivalent. For some people, the telling helps, and in that way I'm able to help with their troubles, and not dwell on my own for as long as the telling takes.
[At least, that's what Descole has justified her meetings with the convict Clive Dove as. Layton isn't visiting him - and the boy is lucky for it, despite missing the professor he remembers - so Descole takes his place. Doing the same with her double, as it were, is even better in that she can fool herself into thinking she's actually helping herself, even if she can't lose herself in that connection the way she does with others. No matter how emotional she gets, she cannot mix him up with herself. Though, perhaps his being the one person she cannot mix up with his equivalent in her world works as a measure of her remaining sanity; when her emotions become enough that she can no longer differentiate between herself and her own doubles, as she already struggles with others and their doubles, then what sanity remains at present will have left her.]