[That look of gratitude strikes a chime that hangs inside the curved cage of Paul's ribs, a weakness that he's found touched on more than he ever would have imagined, once upon a time. Her story of flight does much the same thing, a tale he leans forward to as he listens as if pulled towards her by invisible thread.
So many people so willing to count themselves out before the end of the story; so many people who never knew what it was like to be free. He is too easily attached.]
A change in perspective. [He breathes, the implications of something profound in it.] Sometimes, you have to walk into the storm.
[His gaze drops again into his drink, like he's said something he shouldn't have, clearing his throat very quietly before he goes on.]
Part of an old proverb where I'm from. It's not always enough to imagine a storm inside yourself, sometimes you have to...embody it. To engage in the experiential. Enact the metaphor, to put it another way.
...do you ever think that's what the gods mean for us to do, with the things they set before us here? The trials, the transformations, the logic of all of it. If they're trying to take us to something.
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So many people so willing to count themselves out before the end of the story; so many people who never knew what it was like to be free. He is too easily attached.]
A change in perspective. [He breathes, the implications of something profound in it.] Sometimes, you have to walk into the storm.
[His gaze drops again into his drink, like he's said something he shouldn't have, clearing his throat very quietly before he goes on.]
Part of an old proverb where I'm from. It's not always enough to imagine a storm inside yourself, sometimes you have to...embody it. To engage in the experiential. Enact the metaphor, to put it another way.
...do you ever think that's what the gods mean for us to do, with the things they set before us here? The trials, the transformations, the logic of all of it. If they're trying to take us to something.