Well. He always hopes he'll be able to get along with people. Most are open to it, on some level, if he can get out of their way or join with them on some mutual project. But more than that, he wants people to be honest. Share the truth of themselves, whatever it is.
Silco is direct, he thinks. But maybe direct like a storm front. Pressure and spitting precipitation, but no sense of what's lurking behind all those dark clouds. Matt is painfully cognizant of the pieces he's missing; they clearly outnumber the ones he has. He and this guy had some kind of ideological disagreement--it could have been anything, but was it important, or just a clash of personalities? What leader was he beholden to?
One thing feels clear to him. Nothing of value.
Even at his most cynical, Matt knows his world to be a place full of life and harmony. A precious thread within the tapestry of the universe. It breaks his heart a little to think that someone could find all of existence so bleak, that Zenith's choice could sound like one of not saving, rather than pushing forward. ]
I see. [ Quiet, aiming for steady. Trying not to broadcast how badly his heart hurts: Matt already has the sense that this guy won't appreciate that. ] Well. Thanks very much for your time. I'll think it over.
I suppose I'll see you around either way.
[ He's still buzzing with questions, but he feels he's pushed his luck already. With a nod, Matt makes to depart. ]
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Well. He always hopes he'll be able to get along with people. Most are open to it, on some level, if he can get out of their way or join with them on some mutual project. But more than that, he wants people to be honest. Share the truth of themselves, whatever it is.
Silco is direct, he thinks. But maybe direct like a storm front. Pressure and spitting precipitation, but no sense of what's lurking behind all those dark clouds. Matt is painfully cognizant of the pieces he's missing; they clearly outnumber the ones he has. He and this guy had some kind of ideological disagreement--it could have been anything, but was it important, or just a clash of personalities? What leader was he beholden to?
One thing feels clear to him. Nothing of value.
Even at his most cynical, Matt knows his world to be a place full of life and harmony. A precious thread within the tapestry of the universe. It breaks his heart a little to think that someone could find all of existence so bleak, that Zenith's choice could sound like one of not saving, rather than pushing forward. ]
I see. [ Quiet, aiming for steady. Trying not to broadcast how badly his heart hurts: Matt already has the sense that this guy won't appreciate that. ] Well. Thanks very much for your time. I'll think it over.
I suppose I'll see you around either way.
[ He's still buzzing with questions, but he feels he's pushed his luck already. With a nod, Matt makes to depart. ]