The quick shift of Marisa's expression to the more down and sour was hard to miss.
"Humans with weak magical resistance can be manipulated, but their soul is their own: possession is one of the few ways to take control. If you're asking for something non-organic to imitate the state of a soul, then I would say that it's impossible. Even taking the example of a homunculus, a man-made doll created through thaumaturgy to bear the traits of a real person, once that doll learns to think and feel for its own, it acquires a soul. Since homunculi are generally programmed to do their creator's bidding, an average homunculus is not very different from a machine. The rare ones crafted with great mastery and whose growth has been tended to carefully however can develop differently, it's a feat that both the Einzbern family and the Atlas Academy are known to have achieved. ...Well, some people may disagree with me, but that's how I would say it." She slumps her shoulders a bit, now finishing up with the washing and grabbing a clean towel by the side to dry her leg.
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She breathes out.
"But you know, these things are meaningless here. No matter how such rules worked in our world, we're in a different world now where the most basic laws of mortality are completely ignored. What makes you think that any of what I've said may apply in Mayfield?" The towel is carefully wrapped around Marisa's injured leg while Ciel continuously channels healing to make sure that there's no pain or more bleeding to the best of her abilities. Her tone, however, has turned from clinical to serious. She will effectively be looking at Marisa in the eyes, or searching for them if the blonde witch refuses to meet her quiet and stern gaze.
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"Humans with weak magical resistance can be manipulated, but their soul is their own: possession is one of the few ways to take control. If you're asking for something non-organic to imitate the state of a soul, then I would say that it's impossible. Even taking the example of a homunculus, a man-made doll created through thaumaturgy to bear the traits of a real person, once that doll learns to think and feel for its own, it acquires a soul. Since homunculi are generally programmed to do their creator's bidding, an average homunculus is not very different from a machine. The rare ones crafted with great mastery and whose growth has been tended to carefully however can develop differently, it's a feat that both the Einzbern family and the Atlas Academy are known to have achieved. ...Well, some people may disagree with me, but that's how I would say it." She slumps her shoulders a bit, now finishing up with the washing and grabbing a clean towel by the side to dry her leg.
...
She breathes out.
"But you know, these things are meaningless here. No matter how such rules worked in our world, we're in a different world now where the most basic laws of mortality are completely ignored. What makes you think that any of what I've said may apply in Mayfield?" The towel is carefully wrapped around Marisa's injured leg while Ciel continuously channels healing to make sure that there's no pain or more bleeding to the best of her abilities. Her tone, however, has turned from clinical to serious. She will effectively be looking at Marisa in the eyes, or searching for them if the blonde witch refuses to meet her quiet and stern gaze.