[ He doesn't respond to the first part. Honestly, he agrees. Whatever's going on between Rembrandt and the Lady is so far beyond him that he doesn't even know where to start. As objective as he'd wanna be about it, he isn't sure he could manage.
But something about what Rembrandt just said—it stings. He never expected a fair shake from the start, not here or anywhere else. So why is he being told how emotional or "foolishly human" the concept of "getting what you deserve" is? Frustrated, he stalks up to Rembrandt and tries to reach his hand up to cover his. And... fails.
Tall bastard. With a frown, he pulls his hand back and crosses his arms. ] Did you ever think that might be your problem? All this back and forth is you sitting on the fence, trying to convince yourself what you should or shouldn't do. When that doesn't work, you try to tell yourself there's a loophole to exploit! If you do as little as possible, then you're still fulfilling your duty. Except you can't accept that either!
The truth is, you don't want to play—and you stubbornly think not "wanting" to isn't a good enough reason!
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But something about what Rembrandt just said—it stings. He never expected a fair shake from the start, not here or anywhere else. So why is he being told how emotional or "foolishly human" the concept of "getting what you deserve" is? Frustrated, he stalks up to Rembrandt and tries to reach his hand up to cover his. And... fails.
Tall bastard. With a frown, he pulls his hand back and crosses his arms. ] Did you ever think that might be your problem? All this back and forth is you sitting on the fence, trying to convince yourself what you should or shouldn't do. When that doesn't work, you try to tell yourself there's a loophole to exploit! If you do as little as possible, then you're still fulfilling your duty. Except you can't accept that either!
The truth is, you don't want to play—and you stubbornly think not "wanting" to isn't a good enough reason!