Re: quicklog: adrian/newt - the lake
[Adrian as typically measured in his approach to most problems, despite his determined approach to a challenge. He analyzed, he developed a plan, and then he executed systematically. It had always served him well to do so.
Before tonight, he thought he understood the primary obstacle he had to overcome to have something approaching a normal existence. He had indeed thought of the Obscurus as a chronic sickness, no different from any other he worked to cure. It gave him a unique perspective on his work. Whether or not he ever managed to cure the problem was a moot point. It was simply a private goal, or a quiet hope. He had the ability to help those suffering from chronic disease in his lifetime, and that would be consolation enough. It would make him feel better to help someone, somewhere, extend their life. He'd managed to survive past his own expiration date. What time he had now, he'd always thought, should be devoted to doing something good.
Now, though, with the emergence of this second variable, he had to believe a cure for himself was within reach. His quiet pursuit of a cure had always balanced on the fact that he thought the Obscurus was under control, that it was managed. He knew the Obscurus was still there, but with no incidents since that day at the lake, he thought he had won a victory of a kind. He'd been wrong. He'd been so very wrong.
Perhaps he would be angry later. Just, now, he was too overwhelmed to see further than planning next steps. When Newt tried to tell him it wasn't a disease, he couldn't do much more than shake his head, more vehemently when Newt proposed a truce. He knew Newt was trying, and trying hard, that he was saying all the right things, but he couldn't take them in, not yet. His eyes blurred.
When the change happened, whip-fast and visible, Nameless scraped sharply at his eyes with the bridges of his palms, sweeping the wetness away.] I told you this was gonna happen. [He winced a little when Newt lit him up with the end of his wand. Where Adrian's expressions, panic aside, tended to be relatively subtle, that sneer was anything but.] Compromise? I'll be dead in a week. Who gives a fuck about a fucking compromise?
[Despite the outburst, that fluctuating, heavy feeling was sucked from the air as soon as Nameless appeared. The lights behind them began to flicker and buzz, coming back on one at a time, in the same order in which they'd shut down.
Coldly.] I gotta deal with this, now. [He stepped back.] So he doesn't tear up half the goddamn town.