He's clever. [ A conversation regathered; a view again obscured. Isaac rolls onto his elbows, considers. ] Gave him an idea and he made it better. More useful.
[ To himself, not Isaac. Obviously. It wouldn't be a compliment otherwise.
(It wouldn't be a question: He wants Ilias' measure of the bloodthirsty little stranger. Some names have a way of blotting out the sun, but his eyes have since adjusted; there must be a reason that Mhavos came up.) ]
Perhaps not nothing. Safety, choice, comfort, routine. But the things bigger than those -- hopes and dreams, careers, love -- he doesn't seem to know what to do with.
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He's clever. [ A conversation regathered; a view again obscured. Isaac rolls onto his elbows, considers. ] Gave him an idea and he made it better. More useful.
[ To himself, not Isaac. Obviously. It wouldn't be a compliment otherwise.
(It wouldn't be a question: He wants Ilias' measure of the bloodthirsty little stranger. Some names have a way of blotting out the sun, but his eyes have since adjusted; there must be a reason that Mhavos came up.) ]
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He's good at that. Making himself useful to other people. Less so, I think, with-- [ Hm. ] wanting anything for himself.
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That seems like underestimation.
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Perhaps not nothing. Safety, choice, comfort, routine. But the things bigger than those -- hopes and dreams, careers, love -- he doesn't seem to know what to do with.