[ She does make a good point. As much as Levi would like her to stay in the camp where it's safe... just how safe is it, really? For how long? Humanity had believed itself to be safe behind the walls, too, until one day, it wasn't. ]
[ They could stay out of dangerous or unknown territories. He could take her along to explore some parts of jungle he's already trekked through successfully, show her how to find water and food. It might not be "safe", but it shouldn't be "dangerous", either -- and frankly, none of them are "safe" anywhere on this island anyway. ]
It's hard to argue with you. [ He doesn't laugh, but he does sound vaguely amused -- and perhaps exasperated, in a fond way. She's playing him like a damn fiddle, isn't she? But her arguments do hold up, so he supposes it doesn't matter much. ] Fine. We'll just have to make sure that doesn't happen.
[ The not knowing how to take care of herself part, at least. ]
Mm.
[ He'd leave it at that, a vague noise of acknowledgement at the thanks, but then she goes on and -- oh. ]
[ She gets it, huh. ]
...yeah. [ He still sounds tired and blank, but maybe a little... softer. ] But it's how we know we're still human.
[ It would be too easy to let shitty circumstances or cruelty of reality to turn you into a monster; it would hurt less, perhaps. But it would not be worth that cost. Feelings were important; it could keep you going when everything else failed, it let you find meaning, belief, purpose. Lives were precious; if everybody acknowledged that, the world would be a better place. ]
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Date: 2023-10-04 11:10 pm (UTC)[ She does make a good point. As much as Levi would like her to stay in the camp where it's safe... just how safe is it, really? For how long? Humanity had believed itself to be safe behind the walls, too, until one day, it wasn't. ]
[ They could stay out of dangerous or unknown territories. He could take her along to explore some parts of jungle he's already trekked through successfully, show her how to find water and food. It might not be "safe", but it shouldn't be "dangerous", either -- and frankly, none of them are "safe" anywhere on this island anyway. ]
It's hard to argue with you. [ He doesn't laugh, but he does sound vaguely amused -- and perhaps exasperated, in a fond way. She's playing him like a damn fiddle, isn't she? But her arguments do hold up, so he supposes it doesn't matter much. ] Fine. We'll just have to make sure that doesn't happen.
[ The not knowing how to take care of herself part, at least. ]
Mm.
[ He'd leave it at that, a vague noise of acknowledgement at the thanks, but then she goes on and -- oh. ]
[ She gets it, huh. ]
...yeah. [ He still sounds tired and blank, but maybe a little... softer. ] But it's how we know we're still human.
[ It would be too easy to let shitty circumstances or cruelty of reality to turn you into a monster; it would hurt less, perhaps. But it would not be worth that cost. Feelings were important; it could keep you going when everything else failed, it let you find meaning, belief, purpose. Lives were precious; if everybody acknowledged that, the world would be a better place. ]