[ She nods to his request to sample her pizza. And not, that was not the worst dirty innuendo ever, thanks. C.C. truly does believe what they have now is shared. Any inch of their space is hers, any plan he devises is hers to see through. Sure, she objects to steer him on the right course if he's stupid – but he appreciates that. She isn't his servant by any means and it's clear that she's far too free-willed to ever be subjected to that.
She resurfaces soon after, tilting her head back and already debating reaching to the second slice on her plate that rests on the floor. Alas, such an addiction can't be curbed, huh. But, she listens to him go on – the points he makes are more reflective than she'd be lead to believe but... he is smart about this to some degree. He knows the experience of death, he knows the mortality behind certain things go deeper than having one life on this earth. What is one life if you can't ensure change?
He weighs things on his shoulders like his brothers, albeit a different and messier tendency... hm. ]
When you get as old as I, good and evil blend together. There is a saying now, I believe fairly recently: the road to hell is paved with good intentions. It isn't that I believe you're doing good as much as you believe your conviction will change the world. Had you wished to amass a sum of money to live out your days wealthy and secure, I'd support you all the same.
[ Would she? It's easy to say but even with the dry voice, there was sense there. She knows the difference of good and evil, she simply was too stubborn to blab about it.
And then she sits up a bit more, dragging her hand over the edge to grab onto her slice and lift it up. A shrug, lazily, and she takes a bite. ]
Mmph – you won't. [ Confidently, without any hesitation. ] For every bullet sent your way, my body is your shield. We've discussed this before. No matter how uncomfortable it makes you, it is the truth.
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She resurfaces soon after, tilting her head back and already debating reaching to the second slice on her plate that rests on the floor. Alas, such an addiction can't be curbed, huh. But, she listens to him go on – the points he makes are more reflective than she'd be lead to believe but... he is smart about this to some degree. He knows the experience of death, he knows the mortality behind certain things go deeper than having one life on this earth. What is one life if you can't ensure change?
He weighs things on his shoulders like his brothers, albeit a different and messier tendency... hm. ]
When you get as old as I, good and evil blend together. There is a saying now, I believe fairly recently: the road to hell is paved with good intentions. It isn't that I believe you're doing good as much as you believe your conviction will change the world. Had you wished to amass a sum of money to live out your days wealthy and secure, I'd support you all the same.
[ Would she? It's easy to say but even with the dry voice, there was sense there. She knows the difference of good and evil, she simply was too stubborn to blab about it.
And then she sits up a bit more, dragging her hand over the edge to grab onto her slice and lift it up. A shrug, lazily, and she takes a bite. ]
Mmph – you won't. [ Confidently, without any hesitation. ] For every bullet sent your way, my body is your shield. We've discussed this before. No matter how uncomfortable it makes you, it is the truth.