(He can feel himself being watched. He's always been pretty sensitive to it but over the years, he'd learned to pay it no mind and keep his head up and his gaze forward. There's a lack of reaction, an attempt at being as unreadable as possible that leaves some things to be interpreted,)
Things are different and the same. You can have two nations with different traditions, religions, classes, the whole nine yards. They focus so much on what makes them different, they go forever sharing the same border but never really touching. Like a cycle that keeps going and going... until the first person breaks it.
(He turns his head, looking up at him,)
And before you get the wrong idea, I'm not saying that person is me, either.
Regardless of who they may be-- you are not wrong. They are, on occasion, broken by such individuals.
[he falls silent momentarily, after that, and lets the quiet stretch for a second or two as he turns his gaze back out to space.]
And then, with time, it is forgotten. Enough distance is put between that act that the new generations no longer remember having overcome their differences; they find new ones, sometimes with others, sometimes reestablishing the same divide. Thus it all begins anew.
Well, you would not be wrong. One generation of mortals is often much the same as another-- the scenery changes, the faces change, the world itself changes, but their nature does not.
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Things are different and the same. You can have two nations with different traditions, religions, classes, the whole nine yards. They focus so much on what makes them different, they go forever sharing the same border but never really touching. Like a cycle that keeps going and going... until the first person breaks it.
(He turns his head, looking up at him,)
And before you get the wrong idea, I'm not saying that person is me, either.
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[he falls silent momentarily, after that, and lets the quiet stretch for a second or two as he turns his gaze back out to space.]
And then, with time, it is forgotten. Enough distance is put between that act that the new generations no longer remember having overcome their differences; they find new ones, sometimes with others, sometimes reestablishing the same divide. Thus it all begins anew.
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(Age: Eternal.)
I'd ask what its like but it sounds like it gets old pretty fast.
(Hah.... see what he did there.)
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