"Boring? That makes it sound like I'm being simple," he complained, mouth scrunched down into a scowl. Despite the expression, there was no real heat behind the comment. He was being contentious for the sake of it. "It would be safer. Why should I have to deal with the fall-out of trusting the wrong person or making the wrong enemy?"
He tapped the book against his thighs, thinking of his little uncle, of recent conversations with Lestat and Louis. An enemy one day, an ally the next. That was the trade-off, wasn't it? A person could go wrong, but then they could go right again, and sometimes for the same reasons. A scale forever going up and down as it fought to find the perfect balance.
"But I'd rather die than stay the same person forever," he admitted, "No matter the trouble it causes, it's better that we aren't all stuck in boxes, only allowed to be one thing or another. That doesn't mean I have to like it."
He went quiet again, seeming to think deeply, then looked up at Ignacio.
"What is an airplane?" he asked in dead seriousness.
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Date: 2021-04-07 03:03 am (UTC)He tapped the book against his thighs, thinking of his little uncle, of recent conversations with Lestat and Louis. An enemy one day, an ally the next. That was the trade-off, wasn't it? A person could go wrong, but then they could go right again, and sometimes for the same reasons. A scale forever going up and down as it fought to find the perfect balance.
"But I'd rather die than stay the same person forever," he admitted, "No matter the trouble it causes, it's better that we aren't all stuck in boxes, only allowed to be one thing or another. That doesn't mean I have to like it."
He went quiet again, seeming to think deeply, then looked up at Ignacio.
"What is an airplane?" he asked in dead seriousness.