Post by DornKoon on Sept 10, 2024 18:31:05 GMT
Niels looked at Emma and only replied to her question with a nod. It was just like that, things was starting to look up, and than... his mother died. "Part of me wishes so much I could have gone to her sooner, but at the same time... maybe I would have been dead. Or, if she had not gone up at all, in which case... maybe everyone would have died" he continued, taking a few steps in the darkness; the sadness was there, like a shade. "But lingering won't do me any good and would just hold me back. I need to be better, stronger, and make a difference." He smiled slightly before looking at Emma again.
The smile quickly faded as his teacher voiced her theories. He'd never thought to connect his mother's death with the test. Why would he? He'd just been a little kid; for him, it was just a blip in childhood, nothing he regularly thought back on. No, that was a lie, and as Emma spoke, he noticed that he had been thinking it could be connected.
Niels' eyes widened, and a shiver went down his spine; this was the first time someone had believed him. He was feeling a lot of complicated things; he was relieved to be believed, also relieved that he was not crazy... whatever the shrink had tried to tell him... at the same time, there was a growing feeling of anger towards the fact that someone had murdered his mother, and wanted to cover it up as an accident. He looked to the darkness, steeling himself.
"Miss Frost," he said, voice hardened by a sense of resolve. "I think we must go back; I must know the truth."
As he said this, the darkness shifted; a scene took the form of what looked like a room inside a hospital, sterile and with green walls. Sonja was there, but she looked a lot healthier; she was sitting at a desk with who could only be a small Niels on her lap, a boy with curly hair and bright, curious eyes. Like a painter painting, colour appeared, filling the rest of the room. A woman in a white coat sat on the opposite side of the desk. Yet, her features in the dream were out of focus, blurred and distorted.
"It is so nice to meet you both," the doctor said, " and we're so happy you agreed to participate in this little research."
"We're only too glad to be of help, isn't that right, Cornelius? My husband would have loved to come, but work keeps him busy." Sonja said, voice full of excitement as she played with her son's hair, which caused Niels to touch his locks at the same spot absentmindedly. Baby Niels looked up at her and smiled, all too happy to be there with his mother. "This won't be scary or anything?"
"Of course not; as we said, it's only to make a few tests on emotional development in children to understand it better. That way, we can get more insight into how we can help others." The doctor pulled a pamphlet from a stack of papers and slid it over to Sonja. "We'll be checking things like Self-Awareness, Self-Regulation, Motivation, Empathy, and Social Skills."
Maybe it was his imagination, but Niels could have sworn she emphasized Empathy.
The smile quickly faded as his teacher voiced her theories. He'd never thought to connect his mother's death with the test. Why would he? He'd just been a little kid; for him, it was just a blip in childhood, nothing he regularly thought back on. No, that was a lie, and as Emma spoke, he noticed that he had been thinking it could be connected.
Niels' eyes widened, and a shiver went down his spine; this was the first time someone had believed him. He was feeling a lot of complicated things; he was relieved to be believed, also relieved that he was not crazy... whatever the shrink had tried to tell him... at the same time, there was a growing feeling of anger towards the fact that someone had murdered his mother, and wanted to cover it up as an accident. He looked to the darkness, steeling himself.
"Miss Frost," he said, voice hardened by a sense of resolve. "I think we must go back; I must know the truth."
As he said this, the darkness shifted; a scene took the form of what looked like a room inside a hospital, sterile and with green walls. Sonja was there, but she looked a lot healthier; she was sitting at a desk with who could only be a small Niels on her lap, a boy with curly hair and bright, curious eyes. Like a painter painting, colour appeared, filling the rest of the room. A woman in a white coat sat on the opposite side of the desk. Yet, her features in the dream were out of focus, blurred and distorted.
"It is so nice to meet you both," the doctor said, " and we're so happy you agreed to participate in this little research."
"We're only too glad to be of help, isn't that right, Cornelius? My husband would have loved to come, but work keeps him busy." Sonja said, voice full of excitement as she played with her son's hair, which caused Niels to touch his locks at the same spot absentmindedly. Baby Niels looked up at her and smiled, all too happy to be there with his mother. "This won't be scary or anything?"
"Of course not; as we said, it's only to make a few tests on emotional development in children to understand it better. That way, we can get more insight into how we can help others." The doctor pulled a pamphlet from a stack of papers and slid it over to Sonja. "We'll be checking things like Self-Awareness, Self-Regulation, Motivation, Empathy, and Social Skills."
Maybe it was his imagination, but Niels could have sworn she emphasized Empathy.