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[ file forward: manticore-labs.66330B; this + additional notes about failure to conjure a magical response.

No other commentary because someone is still mad at you. ]

[ There is a delay, which is probably expected. Perhaps the most surprising thing is that the delay is only that, delay, and not ongoing silence. ]

manipulation on an atomic level saw brief popularity in the late 50s. the context was complex circuitry in computing and some speculation on biological implications. swallowing the doctor. chemical synthesis through mechanics. your William's society is far advanced than my own scientifically. we had more science fiction novellas on this topic than fact and theory. on the other hand, that may be the better way to think about it. if you can't pick up anything magically then one can rule out that ship-specific technology alone is denying its existence but remembering that ship-specific technology is in our veins.

[ It's debatable if a delay and a response is actually better than ongoing silence. Had Charles ignored him for days, Severus may have decided to go find him and bodily drag to be sat down tied to a chair and Silenced while Severus debated what to do.

('Debatable.' Maybe it'd help. )

There is another delay, not matched; lopsided but still nowhere near immediate. ]

We are told ship-specific technology is in our veins.

[ If it's all imaginary bullshit, maybe the nanites are imaginary bullshit too. ]

are you casting doubt on whether it is in our veins or whether it is ship-specific

It being anything at all.

it doesn't matter. we're bound, whether it's through a magic spell or through nanotechnology. this girl needs help.

Fine.

you said to pass along cases.

Yes. And you have done so. [ Tacking it on here. Belatedly. After Severus has contacted him about something else. Which he already regrets. Note to self next time just go for the dragging and yelling thing. ] It works out as I already owe her an apology.

for?

We met at the jump and it seems I've told her a few spectacular lies about her schoolteacher.

[ Well that gets another pause, if less weighty than the last. Injured from walking right into that one.

But ultimately, it's not as though Charles has much else to do, except delete several sassy lines because he doesn't have enough self righteousness to hit enter on them. Instead; ]

Why did you contact me about the manticore blood

Apparently, temporary insanity.

[ It takes today's quota of willpower to remember he is talking to Snape, and to finish out his thoughts, after another pause. Or maybe just the time it takes to ramble into his phone. ]

I could hear their thoughts. the manticores were psychotic and violent. the constructs in the centre room were calm and kind even when they were not. my telepathy can't even pick up the vapid urges of a particularly intelligent dog. they scratched out their own eyes. he who fights with monsters. we can see and touch and smell the samples because this tells us nothing. we can't run analyses on it because it would tell us something. the genetics labs are gone. I think something is being kept from us deliberately. perhaps out of protection along with capture.

So you are still in there somewhere.

only one of us can be temporarily insane at a time.

[ No response. Severus is something (kind or considerate or weary or just dismissive) enough to not disconnect on him, but not charmed enough to sink back into the odd intellectual banter that had become so commonplace between them. He just can't stomach it with a stranger. ]

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