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If the opportunity presents itself again, I won't hesitate to go after it.
[He starts to smirk again, wanting to push away the uncomfortable feeling of freedom that breaks open around him when Silver somehow agrees with him. But then the jagged question that had poked at him back then, as he watched the blood seep from Yuan's body, stabs him again: Wouldn't Martel be disappointed? The result is a hurt grimace.]
The saying's an eye for an eye, not an eye for a head. The worst thing you could do to someone is stop caring about them. Stop giving them that leverage.
Defeating someone over and over doesn't accomplish that. [...] But that's my take on it. I can't tell you what to do.
[Then he'll do that thing where he emphasizes how divergent their views are, to convince himself that he shouldn't want anything to do with Silver.] Ignoring him would only give him peace...and he doesn't deserve such a luxury after everything he's done. He can never be punished enough. [He still believes this, even if...Martel...]
[He scoffs softly.] What difference does it make? [If he drops his grudge against Yuan, his grudge against Kratos, against those who had destroyed him, he would still be alone and miserable.]
Exactly. "What difference does it make" means that it can't make things worse, right? And keeping things the way they are doesn't make anything better.
Edited (I like this phrasing better (yea)) 2013-01-09 17:43 (UTC)
The day means nothing to me. [He tries not to associate the date with the time he had spent with Silver, Frey, and the others last year, as a child who could trust too easily.]
[Of course not. He doesn't want to be alone on any day; he had never wanted to be alone again. The world never cared what he wanted.] ...I'd rather be left alone than bothered by humans.
[He had been prepared for Silver to press further, ready to block his questions from burrowing underneath his skin. Instead Silver just...backs off. He doesn't know which he hates more, but he scoffs.] I won't.
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[He starts to smirk again, wanting to push away the uncomfortable feeling of freedom that breaks open around him when Silver somehow agrees with him. But then the jagged question that had poked at him back then, as he watched the blood seep from Yuan's body, stabs him again: Wouldn't Martel be disappointed? The result is a hurt grimace.]
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Defeating someone over and over doesn't accomplish that. [...] But that's my take on it. I can't tell you what to do.
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[Then he'll do that thing where he emphasizes how divergent their views are, to convince himself that he shouldn't want anything to do with Silver.] Ignoring him would only give him peace...and he doesn't deserve such a luxury after everything he's done. He can never be punished enough. [He still believes this, even if...Martel...]
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...I have no peace either way. [Yuan is far from the greatest trouble plaguing him, just a convenient scapegoat.]
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...But this is a pointless argument.] It's Christmas.
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You're alone here, aren't you? Are you really telling me that you want to be alone on Christmas?
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