[ He holds his hands out in a dramatic shrug. Perhaps, she has a point; perhaps, there is no difference. But if people don't worry about the minute, they end up in their situation.
Pausing, he crosses his arms and pinches his chin between two fingers. Rolling his eyes around, he wonders could it have been something like that - that this world can alter the very way a person behaves and force restrictions upon them. Could it be their world's God?
He hums and flicks his finger upward.
Letting his arms drop, he gives up on that theological argument to have another about what he knows about "love." His face scrunches up to indicate that he has little use for such an emotion. He tilts his head to the side and offers a sarcastic smile. While he may not have use, he knows what it is.
Scratching the side of his face, he shrugs his shoulders. Does he love himself? At times. Does he like himself? No. Do these things bring him happiness? Absolutely not. So, what does it matter? ]
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Pausing, he crosses his arms and pinches his chin between two fingers. Rolling his eyes around, he wonders could it have been something like that - that this world can alter the very way a person behaves and force restrictions upon them. Could it be their world's God?
He hums and flicks his finger upward.
Letting his arms drop, he gives up on that theological argument to have another about what he knows about "love." His face scrunches up to indicate that he has little use for such an emotion. He tilts his head to the side and offers a sarcastic smile. While he may not have use, he knows what it is.
Scratching the side of his face, he shrugs his shoulders. Does he love himself? At times. Does he like himself? No. Do these things bring him happiness? Absolutely not. So, what does it matter? ]