[ His hand drops from his forehead as Akechi speaks, glad to not have caused any offense with his strange and selfish questions. It's something for him to dwell on as he waits for the opportunity to visit that crystal again.
But then– ]
Oh, you've read Isshiki-san's research?
[ It's said with a sort of tempered, mild surprise. He knows Akechi has an interest in cognitive psience, and it's not as if there are many big names in their field. It makes sense that he would have found it during the early stages of his own research. Everything she did was foundational. Maruki's own work owes a tremendous debt to her. The only unexpected thing here is hearing a name only ever spoken in university lecture halls and research labs right here, in Somnius of all places. Like seeing your teacher at the grocery store.
His mouth downturns a bit, brows knitting together in sympathy. Any death is tragic; any suicide, doubly so. He may not have known her, but he doesn't like to think about such things. ]
Yes, it was a tragedy in our field. I never met her, but her work was second to none.
[ Until his own, of course. Cut off, unrecognized.
He's halfway through thinking of a way to say that he's so deeply familiar with every word Wakaba Isshiki ever published that he can confidently say there was nothing in there that would help with this persona conundrum, without sounding like he's inflating his own ego too much, when a more pertinent thought occurs to him and he looks at Akechi, wide-eyed. ]
That library. It's not outside the realm of possibility that cognitive psience books could appear there, is it?
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But then– ]
Oh, you've read Isshiki-san's research?
[ It's said with a sort of tempered, mild surprise. He knows Akechi has an interest in cognitive psience, and it's not as if there are many big names in their field. It makes sense that he would have found it during the early stages of his own research. Everything she did was foundational. Maruki's own work owes a tremendous debt to her. The only unexpected thing here is hearing a name only ever spoken in university lecture halls and research labs right here, in Somnius of all places. Like seeing your teacher at the grocery store.
His mouth downturns a bit, brows knitting together in sympathy. Any death is tragic; any suicide, doubly so. He may not have known her, but he doesn't like to think about such things. ]
Yes, it was a tragedy in our field. I never met her, but her work was second to none.
[ Until his own, of course. Cut off, unrecognized.
He's halfway through thinking of a way to say that he's so deeply familiar with every word Wakaba Isshiki ever published that he can confidently say there was nothing in there that would help with this persona conundrum, without sounding like he's inflating his own ego too much, when a more pertinent thought occurs to him and he looks at Akechi, wide-eyed. ]
That library. It's not outside the realm of possibility that cognitive psience books could appear there, is it?