Mateo
Congratulations are in order, at least - Everest's talk of democracy absolutely cracks through Mateo's serious expression, the botanist letting his shoulders slump as if he's going to melt into his seat. Settling in good-naturedly for the explanation, he busies himself with his lunch while he gives Ever the floor. And whilst he'd usually concede that his friend makes a good point, democracy is a societal plague - Ever's quirks don't hurt anyone.
"Do not judge a fish on its ability to climb a tree," he says absently. "I read that in a book once. It means that you should not base a person's worth on somebody else's standards. And even if your life was easier, would it be happier?" he wonders. If Ever could mask well enough to swan through social situations without issue, would he still be dying inside regardless?
"Do not judge a fish on its ability to climb a tree," he says absently. "I read that in a book once. It means that you should not base a person's worth on somebody else's standards. And even if your life was easier, would it be happier?" he wonders. If Ever could mask well enough to swan through social situations without issue, would he still be dying inside regardless?
I wanna wake up
Can't even tell if this is a dream
Can't even tell if this is a dream
