we've obligations, all of us
Who: Starscream and V
What: Eventually talking existentialism and/or explosives.
Where: The Museum.
When: Back in the day. Like, November.
Warnings: We’ve created a monster.
This is bound to be interesting.
V stood at his window, having moved most of his roses off of its sill to better see the city streets. Although he barely knew Starscream, he knew the Cybertronian well enough to issue an invitation in anticipation of an interesting conversation.
(If the admirable attack on Isis---which still called for congratulations to be offered at some time during their tete-a-tete---was any indication, they’d agree on the most important ideas discussed.)
He turned to consider the text still open on the seat of his armchair---Socrates to Sartre and Beyond---but abruptly turned away again, aware that if he began to read now, he’d likely miss his acquaintance arriving.
Might as well monologue.
A smile came and went under the Fawkes-face; V spoke to empty air.
“Was it Serling who suggested we watch the skies, or some other...? I cannot recall. Worthwhile advice, I imagine, if it would help at all. It might---it might---and it might, yet. Whatever else occurs, we ought to be well-met.”
What: Eventually talking existentialism and/or explosives.
Where: The Museum.
When: Back in the day. Like, November.
Warnings: We’ve created a monster.
This is bound to be interesting.
V stood at his window, having moved most of his roses off of its sill to better see the city streets. Although he barely knew Starscream, he knew the Cybertronian well enough to issue an invitation in anticipation of an interesting conversation.
(If the admirable attack on Isis---which still called for congratulations to be offered at some time during their tete-a-tete---was any indication, they’d agree on the most important ideas discussed.)
He turned to consider the text still open on the seat of his armchair---Socrates to Sartre and Beyond---but abruptly turned away again, aware that if he began to read now, he’d likely miss his acquaintance arriving.
Might as well monologue.
A smile came and went under the Fawkes-face; V spoke to empty air.
“Was it Serling who suggested we watch the skies, or some other...? I cannot recall. Worthwhile advice, I imagine, if it would help at all. It might---it might---and it might, yet. Whatever else occurs, we ought to be well-met.”