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Rosalind Lutece

Doctor of physics, professor at Recollé University.

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Don't be dramatic. There's got to be a way to reverse this, and given I'm certain your other self knew, you'll figure it out too.

But you shan't if you don't play with it.

[But... he wants to be dramatic...]

I'm not being dramatic. I don't even know if my other self /did/ know how to do this. I have no memories of this sort of magic.

This sensation you describe . . . is it a constant?

Yes. Very much so.

Do you remember this sensation present in any of your memories?

I

[Hilariously sent before he can finish his statement, a slip of the finger. Because he's taken the time to think, and it hits him.

Damn. She's right.]

...Yes, actually.

Really!

[She's actually expected the opposite, which would neatly solve his problem.]

Do you remember what was in there?

[A moment passes, because he's trying to remember, but nothing comes to him. Only the sensation of something being there.]

I cannot. Something... larger, though, I think. Likely of more important than a few pens.

Well. At least we know he had the ability too, then, and that if it was something important, he could likely get it out again, too. Or that he wasn't foolish enough to experiment with something large.

Perhaps thinking hard about the objects in question - Prompto's cap, maybe, given it's actually of importance, rather than aloe or pens, which are replaceable.

[She says that as if he hasn't already been thinking rather hard on it. For days, even.]

Well, I've little choice left but to try. And try again.

I might ask someone else for their opinion, as well. There's a student of mine who possesses the ability to do something similar.

Who?

Dante Rantanen. I watched him summon a sword out of nothingness, once.

At random?

No, he meant to do it. To fend off a giant spider down in the subway. When we were all very small.

For god's sake . . .

[Is that because he hadn't told her, or that there's been a boy who could summon a sword running around for three months without her knowledge?]

I should think it a very good idea to consult him, then. But in the meantime, if you do decide to experiment further, I'd like to be present while you do.

[Sorry, Ros, maybe he should've mentioned that earlier.]

Interested in watching things disappear in a flash of light? It's not as exciting as you might think.

But I'll let you know. If I can figure out how to make this work properly, whatever /properly/ is, I'll even provide a show for you to gawk at.

I'm not going to gawk, Ardyn.

[A beat, and then, more honestly:]

That being said: I look forward to see it, whether you know how you're doing it or not. What you're proposing is that you can send things into some kind of ether space, or alternate dimension, or something along those lines. You can't expect me not to be fascinated by something so intimately tied to my profession.

From a scientific perspective, yes, I can understand how you would be intrigued. /I'm/ intrigued, and I'm little more than a layman.

But at least admit to one thing, Rosalind: You /would/ gawk. If even just a little.