"Yes, personal attachments to someone would automatically raise the value of their life." Rosen remarks with a nod after a moment. "But what value do you place on life in general?"
She nods, that's pretty much right. "I... guess my value of it is still pretty high. I definitely won't hurt anyone without a reason. And, well, if someone needs my help I'll try to do something."
"Taking life or ruining it is so easily done. People tend to forget how fragile life truly is. They'll turn a blind eye to suffering so long as it doesn't affect them. There aren't many who will help a total stranger."
A life's value is in what you're willing to give to keep it, and in how deeply you'd hurt if it were lost. And that's what makes one more important than another: how much you care.
*The speaker is a tall woman, blond, in a blue garment that covers her like a second skin from the neck down. Dangling from the fingers of one hand is a tumbler half-full of a faintly-glowing blue beverage.*
Joshua mulls this over for a short time, idly swirling his coffee around the cup as he thinks. He takes another quick sip of it before replying. "The personal value you place on a life isn't always enough to save it, and all the love in the world will not bring back the dead. It is the price we pay for caring too much."
"To be honest, I am not sure if I know the answer to that anymore." He replies with a frown. "I used to think that the value of a life was how much time and energy was spent shaping it. I have spent too much time in the company of people who judge the value of a life by how easily controlled it is. It's starting to seep in and cloud my own judgment, at times."
"The value of a life is directly proportional to the work put into it, and how much more is likely to be achieved. A person who devotes their life to the care of others is a more valuable member of society than a person who devotes their life to their own amusements."
She might have more to say on the subject, but it can be hard to be philosophical when a toddler's using you as a jungle gym. So do please forgive her for not continuing when the little green monkey decides her braid is a very good thing on which to swing.
"Given my background as both a doctor and an eye witness to those who are driven by greed I suppose I should agree with you. I agree that team players are more important to keep around than those who strive only to benefit themselves, but this isn't always the case. There are bad apples in any honorable profession."
He watches the child with the faint hint of a smile. Being used as a piece of playground equipment by youngsters is not a new concept for him, though it has been a while since he last had the honor of filling such a role. Times and situations change, unfortunately.
"I don't think I ever said one's profession has anything to do with one's worth," she points out, once she's got the kidlet more or less subdued with some toy cars. "I prefer to judge people on their actions, not their speeches."
"Most people would argue that doctors are worth more than thieves," he mutters, nursing the coffee as both an excuse to hide his face and to finish it off before it cools. "'Actions speak louder than words', eh?"
"In the end it all boils down to personal choice, I think. The hard facts are that material possessions are often better cared for and more highly valued than the life of a stranger."
"Those driven by greed who aren't concerned about the life of other people don't think that way. So long as they get what they want to make their own lives easier or more luxurious they're happy."
Victor was busy hoping that somewhere in the multiverse there was an award for not picking at scabs, because she wanted to win it. Because it was difficult not to pick at them. She had a pretty nasty bitemark on her neck, one that broke the skin. She'd had it for about a week and a half. "The value of life is high. 'S why we have doctors and people in place to try to preserve it. And the second question... I don't think one life is more important. If I did, I'd be putting a moral and philosophical spin on the world, and that's not my style."
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"Well... I used to think it was priceless. But that's before, well... things happened." She doesn't feel like elaborating.
"...I would think my friends' lives are more important than someone that might hurt them."
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*The speaker is a tall woman, blond, in a blue garment that covers her like a second skin from the neck down. Dangling from the fingers of one hand is a tumbler half-full of a faintly-glowing blue beverage.*
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*She has a sip of her own drink.*
What about you? How do you measure the value of a life?
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She might have more to say on the subject, but it can be hard to be philosophical when a toddler's using you as a jungle gym. So do please forgive her for not continuing when the little green monkey decides her braid is a very good thing on which to swing.
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He watches the child with the faint hint of a smile. Being used as a piece of playground equipment by youngsters is not a new concept for him, though it has been a while since he last had the honor of filling such a role. Times and situations change, unfortunately.
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