Some of the humor leaves Isaac's tone, and John feels the air around them shift accordingly.
His own words, spoken quietly as he stood across from Eleanor Guthrie: It also goes away, if you let it.
"So that's the trick," John says, as if it has not been his life. The measuring of wants and desires has been a necessity to survive, but maybe that has done more to keep him alive than he'd been aware of. A low chuckle, reaching for the bottle.
"Even after your tutelage, it still seems to me that there is a..."
His hands move, cup momentarily abandoned, sketching a shape in the air. A weighing of scales.
"A price. Some costs are more immediate than others, but it seems that there is something waiting to seize a man at the wrist if he reaches just a hair further than he should."
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His own words, spoken quietly as he stood across from Eleanor Guthrie: It also goes away, if you let it.
"So that's the trick," John says, as if it has not been his life. The measuring of wants and desires has been a necessity to survive, but maybe that has done more to keep him alive than he'd been aware of. A low chuckle, reaching for the bottle.
"Even after your tutelage, it still seems to me that there is a..."
His hands move, cup momentarily abandoned, sketching a shape in the air. A weighing of scales.
"A price. Some costs are more immediate than others, but it seems that there is something waiting to seize a man at the wrist if he reaches just a hair further than he should."