Forcing me to stay here isn’t about teaching me anything - or rather, any lessons are incidental. It’s about making me pay. If they can’t make me apologise or change my mind, at least I can be made to suffer. And it’s working far too well. – This reflects back off my wonder at why Josh thinks the exile may be working, although Josh won’t know Alex’s internal thoughts here.
then put her book firmly down. The diagnosis was now clear: 'Acute Attack of Self-Pity-itis' ... Thankfully she knew a cure. – And suddenly Allison is also secretly Clara. :)
“Come on, you clearly need something else to focus on. Besides - I’m sure there’ll be plenty of opportunities for you to show off.”
And finally he laughed. – The bits Allison knows about, she sees so clearly. And you’re right, they are real bits of the Seeker even if not the whole of him.
"Is that legal?" she asked, but he just said "Oh who cares," – Of course he did.
Without waiting to hear whether she wanted a giant purple teddy bear, – !!! Not always considerately aware of others, then, but probably so relieved at something to do to get out of the funk that that is temporarily shorted out.
Laying down the rifle on the counter, mission accomplished, Alex once again managed to out-smug anyone within at least ten miles.
"Teddy bear please?" – !!!
I'm very fond of you, but you'd understand if I left you for a cat, right? You only have fur on the head, after all... – how very portentous... quieter drum roll, please? And perhaps a precursor of Saba’s Theme on the soundtrack? :)
Loved the way he could tip any situation (no matter how dull) to somehow becoming mad and fun, could weave entertainment out of thin air and sheer boundless imagination. He was unlike anyone else, and it still caused a thrill that he was hers. That all the showing off, and the thoughtful gestures and all that knowledge, all tailored for her - for the two of them - and not anyone else. The cleverest boy in the world... and she was dating him. – And it is, which is one of the reasons it’s going to hurt so much. It doesn’t feel as though this is a guinea pig experiment any longer, however it might have started that way...
The chips were fat and soggy with vinegar (and delicious), and the colour of the mushy peas had Alex making comments about nuclear waste... If Allison had been forced to choose between this meal and the one at the Ritz, it'd have been a close thing. – Lovely.
“You made me lose my concentration! Now I might have to do it again!” – I really don’t want to know what he’s talking about here. Oh, all right. What would he have to do again?
My girlfriend seems to think that you’re more human than I give you credit for. – Oh, Alex... quieter portentous drum roll again, please...
“Tell me - if you could do anything... What would you do? If money wasn’t an issue?”
“What?”
The disgust was giving way to confusion – Reminds me of Twelve trying to convince Clara that he could disguise himself among humans. (“Human beings are not otters!” / “Exactly, it’ll be even easier.”)
“I meant what I said. Go home, do what’s right, and pray.” – And it feels like Alex is using pray dramatically, and not in any sense “pray to me because I’m a godlike being”, but you could understand someone getting the wrong end of that stick. (Although the fear or awe on the photographer’s face suggests that Alex has now done again whatever he was interrupted doing the first time...)
“Alex... what just happened? Are you seriously going to...”
He turned to her, perfectly pleasant, yet still with that hint of steel under the surface. She'd never been more unsettled by him, and he'd never seemed more thoroughly content.
“Well... yes. I’m not one for making empty threats.” – Perfectly illustrating the problem and the gap in comprehension...
“But you can’t... you can’t play God with people’s lives.”
“Says who?”
“Says I!”
He shrugged.
“So you're higher in the moral universe? Interesting. – As Scaroth said to Four, when told Four couldn’t let Scaroth mess about with time: “What else do you ever do?”
no subject
Forcing me to stay here isn’t about teaching me anything - or rather, any lessons are incidental. It’s about making me pay. If they can’t make me apologise or change my mind, at least I can be made to suffer. And it’s working far too well.
– This reflects back off my wonder at why Josh thinks the exile may be working, although Josh won’t know Alex’s internal thoughts here.
then put her book firmly down. The diagnosis was now clear: 'Acute Attack of Self-Pity-itis' ... Thankfully she knew a cure.
– And suddenly Allison is also secretly Clara. :)
“Come on, you clearly need something else to focus on. Besides - I’m sure there’ll be plenty of opportunities for you to show off.”
And finally he laughed.
– The bits Allison knows about, she sees so clearly. And you’re right, they are real bits of the Seeker even if not the whole of him.
"Is that legal?" she asked, but he just said "Oh who cares,"
– Of course he did.
Without waiting to hear whether she wanted a giant purple teddy bear,
– !!! Not always considerately aware of others, then, but probably so relieved at something to do to get out of the funk that that is temporarily shorted out.
Laying down the rifle on the counter, mission accomplished, Alex once again managed to out-smug anyone within at least ten miles.
"Teddy bear please?"
– !!!
I'm very fond of you, but you'd understand if I left you for a cat, right? You only have fur on the head, after all...
– how very portentous... quieter drum roll, please? And perhaps a precursor of Saba’s Theme on the soundtrack? :)
Loved the way he could tip any situation (no matter how dull) to somehow becoming mad and fun, could weave entertainment out of thin air and sheer boundless imagination. He was unlike anyone else, and it still caused a thrill that he was hers. That all the showing off, and the thoughtful gestures and all that knowledge, all tailored for her - for the two of them - and not anyone else. The cleverest boy in the world... and she was dating him.
– And it is, which is one of the reasons it’s going to hurt so much. It doesn’t feel as though this is a guinea pig experiment any longer, however it might have started that way...
The chips were fat and soggy with vinegar (and delicious), and the colour of the mushy peas had Alex making comments about nuclear waste... If Allison had been forced to choose between this meal and the one at the Ritz, it'd have been a close thing.
– Lovely.
“You made me lose my concentration! Now I might have to do it again!”
– I really don’t want to know what he’s talking about here. Oh, all right. What would he have to do again?
My girlfriend seems to think that you’re more human than I give you credit for.
– Oh, Alex... quieter portentous drum roll again, please...
“Tell me - if you could do anything... What would you do? If money wasn’t an issue?”
“What?”
The disgust was giving way to confusion
– Reminds me of Twelve trying to convince Clara that he could disguise himself among humans. (“Human beings are not otters!” / “Exactly, it’ll be even easier.”)
“I meant what I said. Go home, do what’s right, and pray.”
– And it feels like Alex is using pray dramatically, and not in any sense “pray to me because I’m a godlike being”, but you could understand someone getting the wrong end of that stick. (Although the fear or awe on the photographer’s face suggests that Alex has now done again whatever he was interrupted doing the first time...)
“Alex... what just happened? Are you seriously going to...”
He turned to her, perfectly pleasant, yet still with that hint of steel under the surface. She'd never been more unsettled by him, and he'd never seemed more thoroughly content.
“Well... yes. I’m not one for making empty threats.”
– Perfectly illustrating the problem and the gap in comprehension...
“But you can’t... you can’t play God with people’s lives.”
“Says who?”
“Says I!”
He shrugged.
“So you're higher in the moral universe? Interesting.
– As Scaroth said to Four, when told Four couldn’t let Scaroth mess about with time: “What else do you ever do?”