I'm not trying to argue. It's not that I don't believe you, exactly. Or that I'm not listening. I always, always listen.
You're talking about living for yourself. But I'm just starting to see where "Geir" might start, if I follow that path, and I don't know that I'd care that much about what I find there. You might be talking about the moon, or some far-off star. Someplace I might look at and wonder how to reach; but I can't imagine how the rocks would feel under my claws. Maybe they're smoke or stardust after all.
I don't think you're lying to me. I don't want to make you angry. But there's no Bifrost yet to take me there.
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[and, earnestly:]
I'm not trying to argue. It's not that I don't believe you, exactly. Or that I'm not listening. I always, always listen.
You're talking about living for yourself. But I'm just starting to see where "Geir" might start, if I follow that path, and I don't know that I'd care that much about what I find there. You might be talking about the moon, or some far-off star. Someplace I might look at and wonder how to reach; but I can't imagine how the rocks would feel under my claws. Maybe they're smoke or stardust after all.
I don't think you're lying to me. I don't want to make you angry. But there's no Bifrost yet to take me there.