"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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Date: 2021-03-20 08:47 am (UTC)"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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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.