"So. Um." He has a deer-in-the-headlights look to him. Oh, my. Wasn't there a way to do this without actually having to encounter and talk to people? That floating screen person had the right idea
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Matthew picks at under his nails with his knife, cleaning them.
"'S the second," he says around the nail file in his mouth. What, pirates can keep their nails nice as much as they want. B| "Long as ye keep your head down, stay out of the game, nobody cares. 'Cept those who'll try'n bring ye into the game." He pulls the file out and works on the newly cleaned nails. "Virtue's relative, mostly."
"Dunno lad, I'm not one to say what's in their minds," he shrugs and taps his nails against his boot. Not that Matthew looks much older than 'lad' himself, but. "Not being one of them." He grins. "Maybe it's like cats."
This jackal seems to be paying an inordinate amount of attention to what Metody is saying, the way animals can despite the fact they're probably thinking about food. He scratches himself behind the ear with his hind food, oddly thoughtful, then simply flops over onto his side.
"I dunno, you seem okay to me," he says at this junction.
"Y..." wait, what? What? For a moment he's quiet, staring at the...dog? Thing. Looks wild. Then he just gives up and resigns himself to this new way the Nexus has broken his brain.
"....yes. Ah. But lots of people seem okay at first. Not all that many people walk around randomly kicking kittens and eating babies. At least, I hope not."
In fact, Ammit would be very pleased at scratchings! He 'subtly' stretches a little in Metody's direction to encourage such behavior.
"I eat bad people's hearts," he announces shiftily. It is entirely possible that if he had his way, he would be walking around perhaps not kicking kittens but definitely eating babies. A bit. A little bit! ... What, he gets hungry. "After Anpu weighs them against Truth, I dunno if that's the same thing as answering your questions, the tests you were talking about with food moneys. It's like answering all of them at once and then you go to the afterworld or possibly I eat you, you know how it goes."
He gives into the urges and scritches the dog's head. Those giant ears were just nifty - kind of like a fennec.
"Oh." For the sake of his sanity, he approaches it as a thought-experiment. He seems to be doing that a lot in the Nexus. "Just their hearts? Nothing else?" The heart seemed like a tough and unappetizing piece of meat. If he was going to eat a person, the first thing he'd go after would be the liver. Or maybe the marrow bones.
"There's this notion," Cecilia begins, sorting through the deluge of words (though she thinks they're good words! Philosophical questions are her very favorite kind) thoughtfully, "In Christianity, particularly, that no one is ever really good. Which sounds depressing, but it doesn't mean they're bad, either; what it basically means is everyone starts on the same level and some people aspire to be good harder than others. The payoff is in the trying--so yes, I think deeds are important, but keeping yourself from the bad things, to be black and white about it, is maybe more so."
She takes a breath, and smiles, briefly. "I don't really believe in 'little' lives. Some people have a more obvious sphere of influence, but that's all it is: obvious."
Oh, yes, no one can talk like Metody. It was near constant, but at least he listens. "I can see the comfort in that. Once you know you're going to - " He hesitates, unsure if he's actually allowed to curse here. "Well. There. You can do what's right without thought of the personal consequence. That'd be nice."
He pulls a bag of caramels from his bookbag and takes one, then offers the baggie to her. "You have to admit that there are people whose actions touch literally thousands, if not millions."
"It would," she agrees, and then regards the caramels with some surprise. She knows what they are, she's just...never had one, being from the cult of ballet (it's totally a cult, okay, especially the way she does it). "I've never had these before--"
--but she's still totally taking one. The Nexus is full of new and interesting things, might as well try a couple of them! "Thanks. And yeah, that's true, but it seems like...I don't know, everyone touches everyone, whether they know it or not. Those people had to get where they are because of so-called 'little' lives. Everyone is reliant on everyone else."
"I do not know, exactly. I do my best; I can do no more. The finest people I know all seem to think so, however. And....I do not think Mi>anyone goes through life without at least affecting their loved ones. I think quality of behavior does still matter when one is unimportant. All things strive."
"Hi, Metody. I figure if someone just tries to make a living and doesn't try to hurt anyone who didn't need to get hurt, and mostly tries to get along with people a little, they probably count as a 'good' person by default."
"Hi - " name, name, name! " - Chloe." He hoped. "How do you know if someone needs to be hurt? It's glaringly obvious in some cases, admittedly, but not in all."
He offers her a baggie of home-made candy. "Caramel?"
"Well, usually if they're like, hurting somebody and it needs to be stopped or something like that. Or doing anything that needs to be stopped, if there isn't a better way of stopping them."
"Ooh, those look good, but I really can't. Thanks though."
"What if they hurt someone and don't mean to do it?" He is untroubled by her polite refusal - hooray, more candy for him! He takes one and happily munches.
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"'S the second," he says around the nail file in his mouth. What, pirates can keep their nails nice as much as they want. B|
"Long as ye keep your head down, stay out of the game, nobody cares. 'Cept those who'll try'n bring ye into the game." He pulls the file out and works on the newly cleaned nails. "Virtue's relative, mostly."
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He settles into a chair and draws up his knees, frowning. His own nails are cut short, a way of circumventing that urge to bite them.
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"I dunno, you seem okay to me," he says at this junction.
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"....yes. Ah. But lots of people seem okay at first. Not all that many people walk around randomly kicking kittens and eating babies. At least, I hope not."
Would it go amiss if he scratched the dog's head?
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"I eat bad people's hearts," he announces shiftily. It is entirely possible that if he had his way, he would be walking around perhaps not kicking kittens but definitely eating babies. A bit. A little bit! ... What, he gets hungry. "After Anpu weighs them against Truth, I dunno if that's the same thing as answering your questions, the tests you were talking about with food moneys. It's like answering all of them at once and then you go to the afterworld or possibly I eat you, you know how it goes."
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"Oh." For the sake of his sanity, he approaches it as a thought-experiment. He seems to be doing that a lot in the Nexus. "Just their hearts? Nothing else?" The heart seemed like a tough and unappetizing piece of meat. If he was going to eat a person, the first thing he'd go after would be the liver. Or maybe the marrow bones.
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She takes a breath, and smiles, briefly. "I don't really believe in 'little' lives. Some people have a more obvious sphere of influence, but that's all it is: obvious."
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"I can see the comfort in that. Once you know you're going to - " He hesitates, unsure if he's actually allowed to curse here. "Well. There. You can do what's right without thought of the personal consequence. That'd be nice."
He pulls a bag of caramels from his bookbag and takes one, then offers the baggie to her. "You have to admit that there are people whose actions touch literally thousands, if not millions."
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--but she's still totally taking one. The Nexus is full of new and interesting things, might as well try a couple of them! "Thanks. And yeah, that's true, but it seems like...I don't know, everyone touches everyone, whether they know it or not. Those people had to get where they are because of so-called 'little' lives. Everyone is reliant on everyone else."
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He offers her a baggie of home-made candy. "Caramel?"
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"Ooh, those look good, but I really can't. Thanks though."
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