Half of Adam wanted to argue, to say that was exactly what the world needed. His eyes blazed for a moment with a fervent light, a prophet, a messiah ready to die for his cause, but then he glanced down, lashes sweeping across his skin, words dying unsaid on his lips.
How could you argue with what someone from the future knew, ever? It was too familiar, always pulling him against every natural inclination. First toward action, now toward patience, struggling for some sense of autonomy of self from the vagaries of a history he couldn't ever seem to find.
"It could be there," he said, softly. "Utopia, I mean...." But it had slid through his fingers, again. He huddled into the shirt, pulling it on with numb fingers that couldn't quite find the buttons. It was something against skin, though, even if the cold went deeper than just skin and bone and nerves.
He touched Jack's cheek, just briefly, sliding fingers down his jaw before he turned back to the food. "I can't...have this debate now, Jack. The right the wrong, the way to do it, the things to come. I told you what I did. I told you why I did it. Can we...save the rights and wrongs of the whys for after we've both slept? Facts I can give you, answers to questions, but I can't...I haven't the fight in me for the rest."
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Date: 2007-12-08 08:35 am (UTC)How could you argue with what someone from the future knew, ever? It was too familiar, always pulling him against every natural inclination. First toward action, now toward patience, struggling for some sense of autonomy of self from the vagaries of a history he couldn't ever seem to find.
"It could be there," he said, softly. "Utopia, I mean...." But it had slid through his fingers, again. He huddled into the shirt, pulling it on with numb fingers that couldn't quite find the buttons. It was something against skin, though, even if the cold went deeper than just skin and bone and nerves.
He touched Jack's cheek, just briefly, sliding fingers down his jaw before he turned back to the food. "I can't...have this debate now, Jack. The right the wrong, the way to do it, the things to come. I told you what I did. I told you why I did it. Can we...save the rights and wrongs of the whys for after we've both slept? Facts I can give you, answers to questions, but I can't...I haven't the fight in me for the rest."