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Guppy and Hannibal spent a fair amount of time working on Sunshine yesterday, and she is currently resting in one of the beds.
She could probably do with some gentle company.
She could probably do with some gentle company.
Re: Sunshine awake
He sits up gently, pulling her hand to his mouth and placing a kiss upon her palm.
'I knew you would understand.'
Re: Sunshine awake
"You hope to return a sense of purpose to Javert, whose pride and stubbornness reminds you of your brother," she murmurs. "Your brother whose sense of purpose necessitated that you kill him or be killed, for his purpose was diametrically opposed yours."
Why do this, she wants to ask. What need does he hope this will fulfill?
Re: Sunshine awake
'No. I don't know. I know his purpose is lost to him. I know -- '
His expression crumples, his eyes closed, his jaw set.
'I only know that I must do this.'
Re: Sunshine awake
"... I doubt you'd suffer anyone but yourself to decide what you must or must not do," she says, gentle, but ever-so-slightly dry. "You 'must' do this only because you decide so. There is nothing forcing this... turmoil in you but you."
He has the will to do what he wants. Whatever he sets his mind to. Saying he 'must' removes all sense of agency on his part; he becomes a passive participant in some situation beyond his control.
And if not in his, then whose?
Re: Sunshine awake
His eyes close, and his brow knits. It's as if the weight he bears is physical, grinding him down.
'He does not -- has never known love.' His voice trails off at that, but his eyes open, beseeching her. 'Can you imagine? Living a life without even the memory of it? Without understanding it at all?'