Everest
That seems...an unwise aphorism to follow, but Everest merely frowns inwardly. Having been given a task to complete, the young aviator's mind is already setting out mental parameters and preparations for how best to do what Mateo had asked of him; knowing it wouldn't help at all had absolutely no impact on well Everest intended to carry out his friend's request.
"That sounds very tedious." He hums of how Mateo had gone about creating his outfit. From anyone else's lips this would have sounded disparaging, but from Ever, it was his version of praise. But then they're onto the other thing, and the botanist will no doubt note how rigid his friend has gone at his side as he politely listens.
"Oh dear." Mention of Vai, of the ethics of letting someone die (vs. killing them, you understand), of the responsibility that comes from saving someone (wasn't there a proverb about once you saved a life, that life was now yours to take care of), and of course what felt like the worst and most dizzying of sins, being inappropriate, all made Everest feel very hot, and then cold, and then as if his feet had gone quite heavy while his head wanted to float away from his body.
"Are you alright now?"
"That sounds very tedious." He hums of how Mateo had gone about creating his outfit. From anyone else's lips this would have sounded disparaging, but from Ever, it was his version of praise. But then they're onto the other thing, and the botanist will no doubt note how rigid his friend has gone at his side as he politely listens.
"Oh dear." Mention of Vai, of the ethics of letting someone die (vs. killing them, you understand), of the responsibility that comes from saving someone (wasn't there a proverb about once you saved a life, that life was now yours to take care of), and of course what felt like the worst and most dizzying of sins, being inappropriate, all made Everest feel very hot, and then cold, and then as if his feet had gone quite heavy while his head wanted to float away from his body.
"Are you alright now?"
I wish that I could find the words,
to tell you how much that it hurts
That I'm not who you wanted me to be
to tell you how much that it hurts
That I'm not who you wanted me to be
