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bootsweremadeforcasting) wrote2012-03-01 02:25 pm
bootsweremadeforcasting) wrote2012-03-01 02:25 pm
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It seems to me that one who spends all of his life worrying about things like piety and attempting to be perfect, don't actually get to live life.
[Don't mind Jade eating a chocolate.]
[Don't mind Jade eating a chocolate.]
My life isn't only for myself.
Just who are you living for, then?
And why them?
And why them?
For anyone I might be able to help. For the future in general.
And do you think it will be worth it, even if some aren't capable of being helped or saved?
[Jade looks away from Ky for a moment, distracting himself with putting the chocolates in the kitchen.]
[Jade looks away from Ky for a moment, distracting himself with putting the chocolates in the kitchen.]
As long as I can make a difference for one person, it will be worth it.
[Ah yes. He'd heard that before.]
To each their own.
To each their own.
Ah.
[ Well, Jade can believe what he wants to, and Ky will do the same. ]
Merry Christmas.
[ If there's nothing else, Ky will go. He's sure Jade has other things to do, and he knows he does. Besides, this conversation has left him a little discomfited. ]
[ Well, Jade can believe what he wants to, and Ky will do the same. ]
Merry Christmas.
[ If there's nothing else, Ky will go. He's sure Jade has other things to do, and he knows he does. Besides, this conversation has left him a little discomfited. ]
[Jade offered a small, calm smile and nodded his head to Ky.]
To you as well. You have my thanks again for the chocolates.
To you as well. You have my thanks again for the chocolates.
Jade gets a small box tied with a red ribbon and containing a single heart-shaped chocolate and a note:
Thank you for the help wwith the chocolates. I had one left ovver an I thought you might wwant it. Wwe should spend more time together sometime noww that you're not insane anymore.
Thank you for the help wwith the chocolates. I had one left ovver an I thought you might wwant it. Wwe should spend more time together sometime noww that you're not insane anymore.
[Jade had to laugh at that. But he gave a text back to the troll.]
[He's enjoying the chocolate now.]
That sounds good to me. Thank you for the chocolate.
[He's enjoying the chocolate now.]
And i yours.
[It was odd to hear that, though. Well, read it in any case. Most people always said they found him repulsive, or, at best, tolerable. Never enjoyable. A nice change, after all.]
Colonel Curtiss, if you've a moment? I'd like to discuss a... personal matter.
Have you ever dreamt of something that... well, didn't seem like a dream at all? Almost as if it were a memory, rather.
Once or twice. Statistically speaking, some memories are actually dreams that we've convinced ourselves are memories. If we ever realize they are not, we generally keep the dream as the true interpretation.
On Vatheon, it can be different, given the unnatural nature.
Why do you ask?
On Vatheon, it can be different, given the unnatural nature.
Why do you ask?
Ah, so it could simply be a fluke, then. That's reassuring, given my prior existance in the Coral and the apparent loss of memory.
Merely curiousity, though I do wonder if you would be able to recognize the image if I'd described it to you.
Merely curiousity, though I do wonder if you would be able to recognize the image if I'd described it to you.
Have there been any reported cases of kidnapping within the city?
I'd say no, but the best I can give you is 'not recently'.
...hm.
Do you know if I might've been in a related incident?
Do you know if I might've been in a related incident?
It was... vivid. I remembered being strapped down to a table, after having blacked out on a walk home. It wasn't Vorselon's ship, and the methods of torture were far more personal. I remember blood, screaming, visions of places and people I can't quite understand, then I'm back out in the street.
The next thing after that is someone's home, and I could swear I'd heard you as well. We were talking about... something. Something that had rattled you.
The next thing after that is someone's home, and I could swear I'd heard you as well. We were talking about... something. Something that had rattled you.
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