[ For once, his thoughts don't go to Sasha. Instead, they go to Michael, or rather to Michael Shelley. To Helen, now.
'A full recovery'. Was something like that only available in another world, a kinder and brighter one?
It seemed like people hardly even survived brushes with the Entities in his world, let alone something like that. There's a vicious, awful, selfish, mean twinge inside of him at the idea, the idea of a 'full recovery' when his own soul feels like it's missing pieces. When he thinks of the bitterness in Michael's voice as he told his story. The way he'd screamed as he'd unbecome himself. He shoves it down, away.
Because that's only a part of him. The majority of him, most of him, is just glad that ultimately, someone got away. Someone got away, and that was... that was a good thing, even if he's sure he'll have a much less pleasant end.
Besides, Ford was here. Maybe his brother hadn't been the one to pay the price.]
I want to know a lot of things, Ford. And that one is... singularly intriguing, obviously.
[ It would be unfair to say that Jon 'feels' it. That the story itself, in it's larval stage as Ford figures things out, has any kind of tingle at the edge of his senses. It's nothing so supernatural as that; he knows what someone looks like before a statement, though, and he knows that the tape recorder is no doubt hungry for more information.
So Jon is quiet for similar reasons, mostly to do with figuring out how to explain to Ford that he'd best write the whole thing down for him as opposed to anything more... audible.]
There's a number of ways to kill something like him. My first plan was the Quantum Destabilizer. One shot from that to his center of mass, and he'd be history! Unfortunately, a gun like that only holds so many charges, and finding something powerful and stable enough to use as a power source is...challenging.
The second way is to assemble a Zodiac. I'm still not entirely sure how it works. According to an ancient prophecy, if ten people who correspond to a set of symbols stand in a circle, they form a mystical human energy circuit powerful enough to stop Bill. Unfortunately, we weren't able to test it. Also, I can't say whether or not it would work on something like him. ...though I accidentally tapped into a similar principle recently when I made a device that was able to trap and contain him while he was at full power.
But the way that was ultimately successful...it involved the mind.
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[Ford shrugs it off.]
You want to know how I did it.
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'A full recovery'. Was something like that only available in another world, a kinder and brighter one?
It seemed like people hardly even survived brushes with the Entities in his world, let alone something like that. There's a vicious, awful, selfish, mean twinge inside of him at the idea, the idea of a 'full recovery' when his own soul feels like it's missing pieces. When he thinks of the bitterness in Michael's voice as he told his story. The way he'd screamed as he'd unbecome himself. He shoves it down, away.
Because that's only a part of him. The majority of him, most of him, is just glad that ultimately, someone got away. Someone got away, and that was... that was a good thing, even if he's sure he'll have a much less pleasant end.
Besides, Ford was here. Maybe his brother hadn't been the one to pay the price.]
I want to know a lot of things, Ford. And that one is... singularly intriguing, obviously.
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[Ford turns the scanner off and puts it back in a coat pocket.]
I don't think we're going to find anything else here.
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[ His interest is one thing, but asking questions (or politely not asking questions) where Bill could hear is not a good plan. ]
Back to my cabin then, if you don't mind.
[ He'd made the tea, after all. And he could make it again.]
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[On the way back, Ford gets his thoughts in order. He's going to have to tell the story, at least in part. How much of it does he want to recount?]
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So Jon is quiet for similar reasons, mostly to do with figuring out how to explain to Ford that he'd best write the whole thing down for him as opposed to anything more... audible.]
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He'll probably focus on the mechanics of it, he decides. Keep the human drama out of it -- as much as Ford can keep drama out of anything.]
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So...
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There's a number of ways to kill something like him. My first plan was the Quantum Destabilizer. One shot from that to his center of mass, and he'd be history! Unfortunately, a gun like that only holds so many charges, and finding something powerful and stable enough to use as a power source is...challenging.
The second way is to assemble a Zodiac. I'm still not entirely sure how it works. According to an ancient prophecy, if ten people who correspond to a set of symbols stand in a circle, they form a mystical human energy circuit powerful enough to stop Bill. Unfortunately, we weren't able to test it. Also, I can't say whether or not it would work on something like him. ...though I accidentally tapped into a similar principle recently when I made a device that was able to trap and contain him while he was at full power.
But the way that was ultimately successful...it involved the mind.