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WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 13, 2006
49.Legions
He couldn't understand my reaction to the news at all. He asked me what it had all been about and I had no answer for him.
"It was just how I felt in the moment, I guess," I said. "That's not me. You know me."
"Sure I do," he replied, pausing. "But..I still don't believe you. I understand you pretty well and I think that for a moment, your true self came out and now you've managed to hide it once again but it's still there."
"No," I said firmly. "No, you're wrong. I'm a good person. I am. I care about people. I'm not in this for myself, I'm genuinely concerned about the well-being of others. The same goes for this case. It was a slip up. A momentary lapse of character."
He paused for a moment and stared at his empty wine glass.
"Either way, something is wrong with you."
He looked up at me.
"So what are we going to do?"
We looked across each other at the table for an uncomfortably long period of time. His gaze broke first and I silently registered my small victory in making him look away. He motioned
for the waitress, who had been conversing quietly with the manager at the back of the room, to come to our table.
POSTED BY JULIAN AT 4:33 AM 0 COMMENTS
49.Legions
He couldn't understand my reaction to the news at all. He asked me what it had all been about and I had no answer for him.
"It was just how I felt in the moment, I guess," I said. "That's not me. You know me."
"Sure I do," he replied, pausing. "But..I still don't believe you. I understand you pretty well and I think that for a moment, your true self came out and now you've managed to hide it once again but it's still there."
"No," I said firmly. "No, you're wrong. I'm a good person. I am. I care about people. I'm not in this for myself, I'm genuinely concerned about the well-being of others. The same goes for this case. It was a slip up. A momentary lapse of character."
He paused for a moment and stared at his empty wine glass.
"Either way, something is wrong with you."
He looked up at me.
"So what are we going to do?"
We looked across each other at the table for an uncomfortably long period of time. His gaze broke first and I silently registered my small victory in making him look away. He motioned
for the waitress, who had been conversing quietly with the manager at the back of the room, to come to our table.
POSTED BY JULIAN AT 4:33 AM 0 COMMENTS