Life would be pretty boring if all we worried about was necessity, don't you think?
( his voice is bright and his expression is wry; he means it sincerely, but necessity is something he's thought about quite a bit — because an unwanted child is, after all, not at all necessary to anyone, has no purpose to existing at all (and your sin is your existence, can't ever forget), and so if that were all that mattered, does matter, well — who can say.
but one could call ribbons unnecessary, music, festivals, and flowers, and a life that didn't care about these would be, it seems to him, sad indeed.
it's the certainty in kevin's voice that makes him swallow, still looking away, and makes his chest hurt; because he knows gil would if he could, would never let anything stand between them whether it be time or space or the united earth or baskervilles, but he also knows, just as gil had said, that matters like these are out of their hands. he's glad that he'd never considered, watching stars not unlike these in the claustrophobic compound belonging to the ue's scientists, the possibility that the transporter might've whisked gil away before any plans of rescue could've come to fruition. this city-ship is less suffocating by far, but it still feels hard to breathe sometimes. )
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Life would be pretty boring if all we worried about was necessity, don't you think?
( his voice is bright and his expression is wry; he means it sincerely, but necessity is something he's thought about quite a bit — because an unwanted child is, after all, not at all necessary to anyone, has no purpose to existing at all (and your sin is your existence, can't ever forget), and so if that were all that mattered, does matter, well — who can say.
but one could call ribbons unnecessary, music, festivals, and flowers, and a life that didn't care about these would be, it seems to him, sad indeed.
it's the certainty in kevin's voice that makes him swallow, still looking away, and makes his chest hurt; because he knows gil would if he could, would never let anything stand between them whether it be time or space or the united earth or baskervilles, but he also knows, just as gil had said, that matters like these are out of their hands. he's glad that he'd never considered, watching stars not unlike these in the claustrophobic compound belonging to the ue's scientists, the possibility that the transporter might've whisked gil away before any plans of rescue could've come to fruition. this city-ship is less suffocating by far, but it still feels hard to breathe sometimes. )
I know, ( he says, and thinks, it hurts. )