Jin Ling let out a "hmm" to acknowledge Ignacio's departure but didn't look up from the book. As he continued reading, his expression grew more and more annoyed. Part of it was that he was confused by aspects of the setting -- what's an airport? what was Belinda flying on? where are all these places?! -- and the other part was he couldn't yet tell where the story was going. So far it, seemed that Belinda had left her mother's home to go live with her father, because they were separate for some reason, but why?
He was mouthing the words "Ford pickup" to himself with the frustrated conviction of someone who knew it meant something important, but damned if he could figure it out, when Ignacio returned and spoke to him. He closed the book, finger marking his place, and blinked, processing what he'd heard.
"I supposed so," he admitted with reluctance, "It's best when things are clear-cut and you can tell friend from foe, but --" He made a noise in the back of his throat, thinking of Wei Wuxian and Wen Ning. "Sometimes your enemies act more like your friends than your friends do."
"Life is so rarely clear-cut. We are creatures of nature, after all. Think of a forest, or the plains in the wild. The concept of putting things in neat little boxes is purely a human invention in order to satisfy a need for control of their surroundings." He spoke of it smoothly, without any particular judgment in his tone though internally he hated the entire species for it.
"Perhaps that is why it appeals to you, yes? It is safer that way, is it not? To know who is friend, who is foe, the roles clearly defined and you can act accordingly." In almost an absent gesture, he moved one of his fingers in a square pattern in the empty air in front of his hand, nothing large or particularly noticeable. "But regardless of how much we fight it, in the end we are animals. In this world we must learn to change, adapt, an enemy one day may be an ally the next." Spoken with the wisdom of one who had been a Lord for a very long time.
"Also," he added with a slight smile. "It is a bit boring when people are predictable, yes?"
"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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He was mouthing the words "Ford pickup" to himself with the frustrated conviction of someone who knew it meant something important, but damned if he could figure it out, when Ignacio returned and spoke to him. He closed the book, finger marking his place, and blinked, processing what he'd heard.
"I supposed so," he admitted with reluctance, "It's best when things are clear-cut and you can tell friend from foe, but --" He made a noise in the back of his throat, thinking of Wei Wuxian and Wen Ning. "Sometimes your enemies act more like your friends than your friends do."
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"Perhaps that is why it appeals to you, yes? It is safer that way, is it not? To know who is friend, who is foe, the roles clearly defined and you can act accordingly." In almost an absent gesture, he moved one of his fingers in a square pattern in the empty air in front of his hand, nothing large or particularly noticeable. "But regardless of how much we fight it, in the end we are animals. In this world we must learn to change, adapt, an enemy one day may be an ally the next." Spoken with the wisdom of one who had been a Lord for a very long time.
"Also," he added with a slight smile. "It is a bit boring when people are predictable, yes?"
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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.