[He will save nothing for the books as he is a bottomless well of romantic gooey lines. Please enjoy, in the exact way Palamedes frowns sharply and does not enjoy the possibility that justice/revenge are technically different items, because:]
I've changed my mind; if the entire month is to be dedicated to semantics and subjectivity, I'd like a ghost instead.
[Ugh. Please. He can't endure a month of arguing about whose actions are just or heroic or whatever else. This, above all else, is what will make his blood pressure rise and flip his bad temper switch.]
Let's not experiment. The method will show itself in time, if either of us gets hit by it; I'm not in the mood to tempt fate any further than I did by standing on that boat.
[Which. Speaking of, he recalls...]
Anna called me a coward, I think— for leaving. Someone was shouting at me before we got to the lamp. [so like. lmao.] Do you think I'll have to submit an appeal semantically arguing about whether or not cowardice is a crime, or indeed, even applicable? I'll use my red marker.
no subject
I've changed my mind; if the entire month is to be dedicated to semantics and subjectivity, I'd like a ghost instead.
[Ugh. Please. He can't endure a month of arguing about whose actions are just or heroic or whatever else. This, above all else, is what will make his blood pressure rise and flip his bad temper switch.]
Let's not experiment. The method will show itself in time, if either of us gets hit by it; I'm not in the mood to tempt fate any further than I did by standing on that boat.
[Which. Speaking of, he recalls...]
Anna called me a coward, I think— for leaving. Someone was shouting at me before we got to the lamp. [so like. lmao.] Do you think I'll have to submit an appeal semantically arguing about whether or not cowardice is a crime, or indeed, even applicable? I'll use my red marker.