[ What if you're being told what to do because you never do the right thing? What if you don't have an "individuality" to respect? What if you constantly feel disconnect and seek to fix that? What if this perspective fucks with your perception of people because you don't know who's good or bad? What if your own perspectives and wishes are never yours? What if your own perspectives and wishes are inherently bad (or so you're told)?
I don't make friends very easily, [he starts, in that stiff way he normally does when he's trying to reject the emotional nature of man and all that... but eventually his shoulders sag, and he nods.] But, if you'd like to be friends with me... then yes, we're friends.
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What if you don't have an "individuality" to respect?
What if you constantly feel disconnect and seek to fix that?
What if this perspective fucks with your perception of people because you don't know who's good or bad?
What if your own perspectives and wishes are never yours?
What if your own perspectives and wishes are inherently bad (or so you're told)?
He sighs. ] That's... a lot.
[ His thoughts, that is, not Gnosis'. ]
We're friends, right?
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It's confusing. I'm not sure how to feel about it.
[ Beat. ]
You are very kind, Mister Gnosis. Thank you.