Author's Note: This is where we really jump into the middle of Little Mermaid Story. Sorry if there might be inconsistencies. The next couple of chapters will have a 'time lapse' and jump around to different areas of the 'novel'.
"Surely not everything could be explained." Hamish tried.
"On the contrary. Where people think an almighty God created everything we see, was clearly the work of Super Novi. As such, every single thing has a reasonable scientific explanation. " Byron was looking down at his project on the table. He didn't even have the audacity to look Hamish in the eyes as they argued.
"But what about those who see ghosts or other strange phenomenon?"
"Clearly delusions. People see what they want to see, and will try to justify it. That's not science, that's fallacy, and I'll have nothing to do with it."
"But what about myths? They had to come from somewhere…"
"Are you hearing yourself, and are you even listening to me? Again, it's people's imaginations getting the better of them, and my mind is above all that nonsense."
"Then what if you came across something that you couldn't explain?"
"Then I will dissect the mystery and study it, like I do with all of my various experiments."
"So no matter what, you'll never see anything as being miraculous?"
"Miracles are meant for the more simple minded."
Hamish didn't have anything to say to that. He wanted to come clean right then and there, despite the forbidden nature of it, but he knew he couldn't. This… man… will never think anything about magic. How could science possibly explain how his bone and muscle structure have been ripped apart and rearranged to form two perfectly functional legs overnight? "Would you ever think about the possibility of the impossible?" He tried.
"Those are best left to the theoretical departments, not mine."
"But what about…"
"Will you leave it Hamish!" Byron snapped. "Those issues hold no interest for me. I don't care about fanciful impossibilities. If science cannot explain it, it does not exist! Now if you don't mind, I need to concentrate!" With that, Byron went back to work, leaving the residue of an uncomfortable ambiance in the air. Hamish felt like he was suffocating, and as he slowly started to walk out of the room. He felt his legs lock up as they started to ache.
Hamish had to get out of the apartment. This was too much for him, and his lips were itching to form the forbidden explanations that he couldn't share. That would go over real well. 'Hello, by the way, I'm really a merman. Why do I have legs, you ask? Because I used forbidden magic in the hope that I would be the one you love till the end of time. But emotions are below you, aren't they. And as a result, this was an impossible waste of time, and either way, whether the legend is true, or by the hand of the law of my people, I'm going to die'. This thought made him pause. No matter what happens now, he was going to die. What does one do in that situation? He didn't have long to ponder over it as he felt a bag go over his head. Try as he could to struggle, he lost strength quickly due to the fumes inside the material. In the end, he just gave in, because really, what was the point anymore?
Sherlock felt something as he read. He couldn't place the feelings. He decided to ignore them as he read on.
TBC