Epimetheus shakes his head. "I don't see the point."
"What point?" Prometheus gestures grandiosely at the ferris wheel. "It lights up! It goes in a big circle! You can see things from high up! What more of a point do you need?"
"You've been saying that about an awful lot of things at Navy Pier," Epimetheus retorts dryly.
He shrugs and pulls a face. "I never said this place was the agora of Socrates. You don't come for enlightenment, you come for--"
"Bright lights?"
"Yes!" He grabs his little brother by the wrist. "Come on."
Epimetheus tries and fails to dig his heels in. "Whoa, wait, what?"
Prometheus looks back over his shoulder. "If I can't persuade you in the abstract, you're just going to have to find out for yourself!"
"What point?" Prometheus gestures grandiosely at the ferris wheel. "It lights up! It goes in a big circle! You can see things from high up! What more of a point do you need?"
"You've been saying that about an awful lot of things at Navy Pier," Epimetheus retorts dryly.
He shrugs and pulls a face. "I never said this place was the agora of Socrates. You don't come for enlightenment, you come for--"
"Bright lights?"
"Yes!" He grabs his little brother by the wrist. "Come on."
Epimetheus tries and fails to dig his heels in. "Whoa, wait, what?"
Prometheus looks back over his shoulder. "If I can't persuade you in the abstract, you're just going to have to find out for yourself!"
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