Viola, Krishna & Calvin | Saturday Afternoon
Krishna had always made a habit to greet the Danu when he was in the room, especially during the time when his friend had been compelled to take up a servant's position at what had once been his home. This was not one of those times. Considering what Calvin was supposed to do, Krishna tried not to draw any attention to him. He glanced over only periodically, and only when Dr. Rosier had said something particularly impassioned, and his gaze never started or ended on Calvin. With his Gift, Krishna would revisit the memory later and look for the little twist of Calvin's torc ring.
Of course, he didn't count on being quite so engrossed in Dr. Rosier's answer, which made it very hard to pay attention to Calvin at the same time.
"Not everyone involved in the war had Gifts," Krishna started, though he bit his tongue a second later. If they were going to get anywhere, he would have to listen with an open mind. Every little detail was useful. At the same time, he found it hard to believe that the addictive properties of Fade hadn't been intentional. A people strickened with withdrawal symptoms were more effectively incapacitated than one whose powers were dampened.
He looked at the other Aurellians curled up pitifully in their sickbeds. "None of this is temporary." Krishna didn't like to think about how long it would take to wean them off the drug, if that was even possible. Those who were weaker, older, would very likely not fare well, and it made Krishna sick to the stomach to realise that he would have to stand by idly as a new dose was administered to them in the near future. "This can't continue. Many of those bound are children, or they are the elderly, not that administering this poison to everyone in between is more acceptable." His lips pressed into a thin line, "At the same time, I shouldn't be surprised. Your people treat their own horribly, too."