Sakura nodded, finishing the latest update to her charted list. Hopefully it would be enough to get started comparing with the other interviewers. "Thank you." It paid being polite enough to acknowledge someone else's cooperation. At least he had sobered up, so to speak. "The more we know about everyone's circumstances before this, the better we can trace this back to where it started, and figure out a solution."
Which was the kicker, in so many ways. A repetition of her logic from earlier, and a reaffirmation of the process. Shifting her weight back on her heels, she watched Marco for a moment. Funny how much his body posture had changed over the interview. She suspected some of his tangent on nonsensicals like dating had everything to do with distracting himself from what was going on, and what he couldn't know with certainty. She thought back to his argument with Kaya, to how he'd talked to her over the omnicomm before he'd been brought in.
She couldn't blame him. Not for the paranoia, or for wanting a distraction. A shinobi must never show tears, came to mind, one of many permutations on the basic premise that had seemed so logical to her growing up. A shinobi must never show emotion. Not how they felt, in the face of a mission, or the reality of any given moment in life. Distract, deny, repress, because lingering on what it meant meant breaking another rule. A shinobi must always put the mission first.
The individual was rarely ever the mission itself.
"I have nothing else to ask for the moment. Until we get a better idea of some consistency between cases, picking your brain over for the minute details on everything won't be necessary." She brought her data pad up to her chest, considering possibilities. "You may have another person or two come by to run another interview, depending on what Doctor Henderson feels is needed." Sakura offered him a wan smile. "Consistency in details and reporting being what they are. Is there anything reasonable I can do for you right now? Check in on Rachel? Anyone else?" She didn't mention Eva, if his mother's name came to mind.
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Which was the kicker, in so many ways. A repetition of her logic from earlier, and a reaffirmation of the process. Shifting her weight back on her heels, she watched Marco for a moment. Funny how much his body posture had changed over the interview. She suspected some of his tangent on nonsensicals like dating had everything to do with distracting himself from what was going on, and what he couldn't know with certainty. She thought back to his argument with Kaya, to how he'd talked to her over the omnicomm before he'd been brought in.
She couldn't blame him. Not for the paranoia, or for wanting a distraction. A shinobi must never show tears, came to mind, one of many permutations on the basic premise that had seemed so logical to her growing up. A shinobi must never show emotion. Not how they felt, in the face of a mission, or the reality of any given moment in life. Distract, deny, repress, because lingering on what it meant meant breaking another rule. A shinobi must always put the mission first.
The individual was rarely ever the mission itself.
"I have nothing else to ask for the moment. Until we get a better idea of some consistency between cases, picking your brain over for the minute details on everything won't be necessary." She brought her data pad up to her chest, considering possibilities. "You may have another person or two come by to run another interview, depending on what Doctor Henderson feels is needed." Sakura offered him a wan smile. "Consistency in details and reporting being what they are. Is there anything reasonable I can do for you right now? Check in on Rachel? Anyone else?" She didn't mention Eva, if his mother's name came to mind.