Wow??? I don't know if I should be flattered or offended here! But you talk like you're going to be using your lance as a cane soon, old man.
But no, we're not that young. Frankly we haven't had the luxury to be, any of us. Maybe if we'd been through less, the differences in our ages might matter more, but...as it is, I think Grant's just being overly conscientious. Which seems like a thing he already leans into pretty hard, so that would track. But standards in his world might be a lot different than ours, too, to be fair.
It just seems silly for him to worry over that sort of thing for our sakes, as though we're not well and capable of looking after ourselves...wait, no, I take back everything I just said, I just remembered what group this is and talked myself out of my own conclusion. It'd be silly for him to worry over that sort of thing if it were for my sake. It makes perfect sense he'd worry about whether the rest of you know what's good for you.
Ah, could such a simple tongue as mine ever capture your ruinous beauty in words? Could any words in any language convey the depths of my grief that you're forever beyond my reach? Too little, too late! The messenger that arrives after the battle's already lost! I'll just sob your name into a pillow at night, though, it's fine.
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Date: 2021-01-01 07:50 am (UTC)But no, we're not that young. Frankly we haven't had the luxury to be, any of us. Maybe if we'd been through less, the differences in our ages might matter more, but...as it is, I think Grant's just being overly conscientious. Which seems like a thing he already leans into pretty hard, so that would track. But standards in his world might be a lot different than ours, too, to be fair.
It just seems silly for him to worry over that sort of thing for our sakes, as though we're not well and capable of looking after ourselves...wait, no, I take back everything I just said, I just remembered what group this is and talked myself out of my own conclusion. It'd be silly for him to worry over that sort of thing if it were for my sake. It makes perfect sense he'd worry about whether the rest of you know what's good for you.
Ah, could such a simple tongue as mine ever capture your ruinous beauty in words? Could any words in any language convey the depths of my grief that you're forever beyond my reach? Too little, too late! The messenger that arrives after the battle's already lost! I'll just sob your name into a pillow at night, though, it's fine.