[BOY, WAS THAT THE TALK OF THE TOWN. Good thing that's not, uh, the subject of the moment. Good lord.]
[That's an earnest response that he almost...didn't really expect. Though, now that he thinks of it, why didn't he expect it? He's not the only person who's still grappling for a modicum of meaning, he knows. Or rather - he wasn't. He's kind of landed himself a whole mess of people whose lives he'll fight for, and a revolution he might want to inspire, and...god.]
[God. He has attachments. It's bizarre.]
[He strums out one short spurt of a chord, sucking on the wall of his cheek, before shooting her a look with lifted eyebrows.]
no subject
[That's an earnest response that he almost...didn't really expect. Though, now that he thinks of it, why didn't he expect it? He's not the only person who's still grappling for a modicum of meaning, he knows. Or rather - he wasn't. He's kind of landed himself a whole mess of people whose lives he'll fight for, and a revolution he might want to inspire, and...god.]
[God. He has attachments. It's bizarre.]
[He strums out one short spurt of a chord, sucking on the wall of his cheek, before shooting her a look with lifted eyebrows.]
Got a verdict?