Szayel rolled his eyes. Unlike some, he wasn't here for the money. He wasn't even really here because Aizen wanted him here, either, although that was a small part of it. Szayel had to go and make sure the other Arrancar didn't have their secrets spilled to other medics in the event that idiots like Grimmjow went and got themselves damaged. Nel could only do so much.
Of course, there was the allure of an uninhabited continent and the samples that might exist there. The fauna would be untempered by hyur hands, and potentially heavily mutated through generations of Mist exposure. It was an intriguing research prospect.
"I'm a scientist," he replied, "I don't care about money." If he did, he'd be working with Yylfordt and installing automail in the Archadian Empire's injured and valuable. There were so many old, rich people in Archades that would pay a small fortune for new knees, or hips, or shoulders. Cosmetic work too would have been lucrative. An implant here, a trim of sagging skin there. Easy work, easy money.
Instead he'd followed the path of discovery.
A path he'd have happily continued to follow in the Palace were it not for the presence of that person, and that was a train of thought he didn't want to follow to its distressing conclusion.
"I simply want to study whatever might be living on Pulse," he said, giving his sword's blade a cursory examination. It was going to need cleaning. "And you're going to have to take me whether you like it or not."
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Of course, there was the allure of an uninhabited continent and the samples that might exist there. The fauna would be untempered by hyur hands, and potentially heavily mutated through generations of Mist exposure. It was an intriguing research prospect.
"I'm a scientist," he replied, "I don't care about money." If he did, he'd be working with Yylfordt and installing automail in the Archadian Empire's injured and valuable. There were so many old, rich people in Archades that would pay a small fortune for new knees, or hips, or shoulders. Cosmetic work too would have been lucrative. An implant here, a trim of sagging skin there. Easy work, easy money.
Instead he'd followed the path of discovery.
A path he'd have happily continued to follow in the Palace were it not for the presence of that person, and that was a train of thought he didn't want to follow to its distressing conclusion.
"I simply want to study whatever might be living on Pulse," he said, giving his sword's blade a cursory examination. It was going to need cleaning. "And you're going to have to take me whether you like it or not."