Jedao wonders if he should tell Nico to stop talking, but he isn't coherent enough that Jedao is actually learning anything new and compromising about Missy.
"There are so many," he agrees, vaguely philosophical. "And - sometimes people enjoy things because if they let themselves suffer, they wouldn't get anything done." Travel and power and entrapment - he doesn't know what they mean to Missy, but to him they mean threading a constant needle, striding on thin rails above the abyss of his own horror and bitterness until he finally stumbled. Sometimes everything goes together, good and bad.
"We haven't visited any. Just the moon. There are pictures." Maybe, someday, the people of his world will travel out among the stars. It might change how they see the universe. He has a hard time believing it'd really make anything better.
"Sometimes, it'd be better if people didn't get things done. But mostly not. I think it's why we're good at not suffering. Changing stuff in your head so it's okay. At least for a while." He doesn't know where he'll come down, if he ever reaches a future with choices. So far, there'd mostly either been nothing or orders to follow. "Do you have a favorite food?"
"I don't think about food a lot, except for wanting to get people enough of it. But...maybe steamed eggs. When I was little I'd bring the eggs fresh from the henhouse every morning, and my brother would cook them, with scallions and mushrooms, they'd set silky and warm."
Bright and hearty at once, somehow, Jedao and Nidana arguing about the sesame seeds, and Ro ignoring them both.
"There's never enough food." That's always true, even as the experiments meant he didn't feel hungry. Except it's not true. He remembers scrambled eggs, worse in taste and texture even then at school.
He thinks about steamed eggs, the shadows of the words. A childhood on a farm. A brother cooking, a family that's only memory.
"I'm sorry." He's sincere in sentiment, even if the reason is lost in his jumbled thoughts.
And that's a good thought to fade away on, even if it can't keep the nightmares away. He can't quite grant trust, but at least it can be true within parameters.
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Date: 2018-08-25 06:39 pm (UTC)"There are so many," he agrees, vaguely philosophical. "And - sometimes people enjoy things because if they let themselves suffer, they wouldn't get anything done." Travel and power and entrapment - he doesn't know what they mean to Missy, but to him they mean threading a constant needle, striding on thin rails above the abyss of his own horror and bitterness until he finally stumbled. Sometimes everything goes together, good and bad.
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Date: 2018-08-25 07:21 pm (UTC)"Sometimes, it'd be better if people didn't get things done. But mostly not. I think it's why we're good at not suffering. Changing stuff in your head so it's okay. At least for a while." He doesn't know where he'll come down, if he ever reaches a future with choices. So far, there'd mostly either been nothing or orders to follow. "Do you have a favorite food?"
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Date: 2018-08-25 07:35 pm (UTC)Bright and hearty at once, somehow, Jedao and Nidana arguing about the sesame seeds, and Ro ignoring them both.
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Date: 2018-08-25 09:00 pm (UTC)He thinks about steamed eggs, the shadows of the words. A childhood on a farm. A brother cooking, a family that's only memory.
"I'm sorry." He's sincere in sentiment, even if the reason is lost in his jumbled thoughts.
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Date: 2018-09-03 04:49 am (UTC)"There'll be enough crackers when you wake up again. I promise."
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Date: 2018-09-08 05:38 pm (UTC)And that's a good thought to fade away on, even if it can't keep the nightmares away. He can't quite grant trust, but at least it can be true within parameters.