[Not that he's ever taken jabs at his skinny ass as an insult. Makes it easier to catch people off guard when he throws miniature bookcases at them.
He does smile at that, though, and there's something pained and nostalgic on his face.]
That's the only thing I'd be content dying for.
[Except he doesn't mean a thing. He means a person, one person, and only one person. Why would he die for his own sake?
Why would he live for his own sake, for that matter, when there was someone so much better than him to live for instead? Two years of being dragged out of his shell later, and that's what he's learned from it. He can't, for the life of him, remember how they got to that point, but that's what he knows with certainty at his core, and he doesn't question it.]
I certainly don't want anyone dying for me. That would be a colossal waste and I would perish anyway from the sheer stupidity of it.
[He could always just try and tell her about Elliot, but that would be too easy. Would it even matter, at this point? Probably not. And if not, then... no. No, he'd rather keep Elliot to himself, his own personal memory of a supernova.]
Didn't I tell you I was a servant? Maybe I just got used to the idea. [It's complete and utter bullshit, but she doesn't need to know that.]
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[Not that he's ever taken jabs at his skinny ass as an insult. Makes it easier to catch people off guard when he throws miniature bookcases at them.
He does smile at that, though, and there's something pained and nostalgic on his face.]
That's the only thing I'd be content dying for.
[Except he doesn't mean a thing. He means a person, one person, and only one person. Why would he die for his own sake?
Why would he live for his own sake, for that matter, when there was someone so much better than him to live for instead? Two years of being dragged out of his shell later, and that's what he's learned from it. He can't, for the life of him, remember how they got to that point, but that's what he knows with certainty at his core, and he doesn't question it.]
I certainly don't want anyone dying for me. That would be a colossal waste and I would perish anyway from the sheer stupidity of it.
[He could always just try and tell her about Elliot, but that would be too easy. Would it even matter, at this point? Probably not. And if not, then... no. No, he'd rather keep Elliot to himself, his own personal memory of a supernova.]
Didn't I tell you I was a servant? Maybe I just got used to the idea. [It's complete and utter bullshit, but she doesn't need to know that.]