[John closes his eyes and shakes his head, opening them once more once his head comes to a stop.]
Two things. One: don't apologize, that's just silly. It sucks that these are the circumstances we had to meet under but hey, that's just how things go sometimes. We can roll with this. And two... now this one is the most important, so listen good because if I have to say it again after this, I am going to punch you.
[He locks his eyes onto John's, his face fixed in an almost uncharacteristically stern look. That's how serious this conversation is, tall John. This is some serious shit here, listen up.]
Worst case scenario isn't even on the table. It's not even a thing, so just put it out of your mind entirely. This isn't just a sense of idealism talking here, or a denial of the full scope of the situation. It's just the fucking truth. Ruana isn't going to have her way, we've all come too far and done too much for it to just end the way she wants it to. I'll be damned if I left all the work my friends have put into turning this shitty situation around be for nothing when it's all said and done. Even thinking that death is an option is an insult to all the hard work that people way stronger and smarter and braver than us have put into this. This?!
[Unfortunately, he's kind of worked himself into a mini-fit here. The look in his eyes has gone from stern to almost blazingly angry. He grabs the collar of his shirt in both hands, pulling it down to reveal another series of word cuts across his chest, just below his collarbone:]
[EVERYONE WILL LIVE IN THE TOWER FOREVER.]
This isn't going to happen, John. And dying here? Dying here as just as bad as living here forever. Because either way? Nobody will ever be able to move forward ever again.
[Stop him before he keeps going and can't be calmed down for like five minutes... We really don't need a full-blown Egbertian fit right now.]
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Two things. One: don't apologize, that's just silly. It sucks that these are the circumstances we had to meet under but hey, that's just how things go sometimes. We can roll with this. And two... now this one is the most important, so listen good because if I have to say it again after this, I am going to punch you.
[He locks his eyes onto John's, his face fixed in an almost uncharacteristically stern look. That's how serious this conversation is, tall John. This is some serious shit here, listen up.]
Worst case scenario isn't even on the table. It's not even a thing, so just put it out of your mind entirely. This isn't just a sense of idealism talking here, or a denial of the full scope of the situation. It's just the fucking truth. Ruana isn't going to have her way, we've all come too far and done too much for it to just end the way she wants it to. I'll be damned if I left all the work my friends have put into turning this shitty situation around be for nothing when it's all said and done. Even thinking that death is an option is an insult to all the hard work that people way stronger and smarter and braver than us have put into this. This?!
[Unfortunately, he's kind of worked himself into a mini-fit here. The look in his eyes has gone from stern to almost blazingly angry. He grabs the collar of his shirt in both hands, pulling it down to reveal another series of word cuts across his chest, just below his collarbone:]
[EVERYONE WILL LIVE IN THE TOWER FOREVER.]
This isn't going to happen, John. And dying here? Dying here as just as bad as living here forever. Because either way? Nobody will ever be able to move forward ever again.
[Stop him before he keeps going and can't be calmed down for like five minutes... We really don't need a full-blown Egbertian fit right now.]