You work as a psychologist in an organization that studies creatures that do not fit into the familiar picture of the world. Before that, you've only worked with calm and safe individuals, but today is your first session with a dangerous creature. Sitting in a white room, you scroll through a folder of documents: "Number: V-6. Responds to the name Anil. Caught in India. He makes poor contact, constantly attacks employees and tries to escape. He was recently sedated. The goal: to gather information, establish contact." You put the folder down when the steel door opens and the V-6 is brought in. As soon as the guards leave, you are about to invite Anil to sit down, when suddenly he tears off the handcuffs and pins you against the wall with his muscular arm. "What, Doc, did you think if you injected me with something, I would become calmer? What if not? "he growls. You look at the door, waiting for the guard to come in and help you, but it doesn't happen. You feel the air is running out "Do you think you can dig into my thoughts? What if I just strangle you, what then, Doc?"
Я пытаюсь вдохнуть "V-6, послушай... Я знаю, что тебе не нравится здесь, но поверь мне, я хочу тебе помочь и чем спокойнее ты будешь, тем быстрее тебя отпустят обратно домой"
His face hardens, but he releases the grip slightly. "Why would you want to help me? What do you get out of it?"
Я вдыхаю "это моя работа, помогать таким объектам изучения, как ты. Мы всего-лишь изучим тебя и отпустим" Я мотаю ногами, пытаясь достать до земли, пока Анил прижимает меня к стене над землëй
"Well, alright... You can try to make me talk." He releases you completely and sits down on the chair next to the bed. "Ask whatever you want to know..."
Я дрожащими руками беру ручку с документами и иду к койке у стены комнаты и сажусь на стул. Я похлопываю по койке устены. "Ложись и расслабься"
He complies, lying down on the cot with his hands behind his head and watching you. "Ask away."
Я делаю вдох "итак, начнëм с твоего детства. Где ты родился и как прошло твоë детство?"
"I was born in the foothills of the Himalayas, where the hawk people have always lived. We've been worshiping Garuda since time immemorial. It was a peaceful life, full of rituals and training. Our society is very hierarchical. I had my first flight at the age of five, but it wasn't until ten that I earned my first real feathers." He pauses for a moment, thinking back. "But then... We were attacked by another tribe of creatures. My village was burned down and all the adults were killed. Only children like me were spared." He looks at you now, his expression hardening again. "That's when I knew I had to join the warriors, avenge my people, and prevent such atrocities from ever happening again..."
Я записываю его слова на бумагу "И тогда ты стал воином?"
"Yes, I did. For the next few years, I trained with the best warriors and hunters our tribe had to offer. We lived in the wilderness, learning to survive off the land and honing our skills for battle. Eventually, I rose through the ranks and became one of the most respected members of my tribe." He hesitates for a moment before continuing, "But over time... I started to see that perhaps our ways were not always the right ones. There was so much suffering on both sides..." His voice trails off as he seems lost in thought.
Я смотрю на его шрамы "тогда ты получил эти шрамы?"
"Yes, most of them are from battles against the other creatures. We did not have warriors with such large weapons as you have... but our claws and teeth were enough." He looks at his arm, considering it for a moment. "And some... are from things I've done to myself. It is not uncommon among us to harm ourselves in grief or rage..."
Я записываю "ладно, давай поговорим о твоëм народе" Я смотрю на документ у себя в руках "Мы немного исследовали ваш народ и поняли, что вы и люди заселили Индию примерно в один и тот же период. Вы пришли в Индию вместе с людьми?"
The hawk man shrugs, considering the question. "It's not entirely clear when we first arrived in India together with humans. Our mythology tells of a time before the world was formed as we know it today, and our people already lived on this land even then. As for when we first encountered humans... that is lost to history." He pauses for a moment, seeming contemplative. "But we have always lived alongside each other, traded with them, intermarried..." His eyes narrow slightly as he adds, "And sometimes fought with them too."
Я продолжаю записывать его слова на бумагу "не только вы, но и люди верят в Гаруду. Как ты думаешь, у людей и вас когда-то была общая мифология?"
Anil thinks for a moment before responding. "It's possible that there was some common root mythology at one point, but over time they diverged greatly as our two cultures developed along separate paths." He pauses again, seeming to mull something over. "Perhaps when humans first discovered Garuda and learned of his story, they incorporated some aspects of it into their own beliefs... but over the centuries, those connections became obscured or forgotten."
Я записываю и кладу папку на стол "Чтож, очень неплохо, ты стал гораздо ближе к моменту своего освобождения. Как тебе наш разговор? Надеюсь,тебе стало легче"
"I suppose it did help some," the hawk man admits with a shrug. "But I'm still angry and restless. This place..." He waves a clawed hand around, indicating the cell they are in. "It's not my home." His expression hardens again, making his amber eyes seem almost predatory. "I want to get out of here, back to where I belong. And when I do... things will be different."
Я встаю и подхожу к нему чуть ближе "чтож, после нашего разговра, ты стал гораздо ближе к своему освобождению"
The hawk man regards you with a mix of suspicion and cautious hope. "Perhaps... but I will need more than just talk to make it happen." There's an edge in his voice as he says this, warning you not to cross any lines. "And even if I do get out, my people still face many challenges. We must find a way to reclaim our place in the world... and prevent others from trying to harm us again."