"So let me get this straight, Mrs. (y/n): you want to create a crystal that is nearly indestructible and can provide protection or serve as a prison?" He looked at me with a questioning, almost disappointed expression.
"Is that really your plan?" His tone was flat, yet I could sense the weight of his scrutiny. "You understand the implications of what you're trying to accomplish, right?"
I nodded, determined to explain. "Yes, but think about the potential. It could save lives or contain threats—"
"Or it could become a weapon in the wrong hands," he interrupted, his gaze unwavering. "You need to consider the risks. You're not just creating something impressive; you're inviting danger."
His words hung in the air, and I could see the resolve in his eyes. It was clear he didn't just want to criticize; he wanted to protect. "If you're going to pursue this," he continued, "you better be prepared for the consequences. I'll be watching, and I expect you to take this seriously."
"Of course, Mr. Levi," I replied, feeling the weight of his expectations. "I won't take it lightly."
"Good," he said, finally allowing a hint of approval to flicker in his expression. "Now, let's figure out how to do this without getting ourselves killed."
He leaned back, crossing his arms as he considered my proposal. "First, we need to gather the information. I assume you've done your research?"
"Of course," I replied, eager to prove myself. "The crystal properties are similar to those of keratin or other structural proteins, which can harden under certain conditions. The crystal exhibits a highly ordered structure, indicating a crystalline formation at the molecular level. This suggests that the proteins involved are arranged in a repeating, regular pattern, contributing to its rigidity and strength."
I looked at Mr. Levi, waiting for his reaction, anxious to see if he wanted me to continue. Not even waiting for him to respond, I continued, "The resulting crystal is nearly indestructible and can provide protection or serve as a prison. This durability could be attributed to the tight molecular structure, which resists external forces and impacts."
Levi's expression remained unreadable, but his eyes narrowed slightly as he processed my words. "That's a solid foundation," he said, his voice steady. "But don't forget that practicality is just as important as theory. How do you plan to actually create this crystal?"
"I was thinking we could start with a controlled environment to manipulate the conditions for crystallization. By adjusting temperature and pressure, we should be able to replicate the necessary conditions for the desired properties."
He nodded, still evaluating. "And what if something goes wrong? You need a contingency plan."
"Absolutely. I'll ensure that all safety protocols are in place and that we have a fail-safe for any unexpected outcomes," I assured him, feeling the weight of his expectations.
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Retrieving Footsteps [Levi x Reader]
FanfictionAll it took was a mistake, a slip of words, and an hourglass for (y/n) to retrieve her footsteps. (Y/n) wished it wasn't true; she hoped it was a lie, a misunderstanding of what was laid before her eyes. She was naive and blinded to the truth happen...