No--I mean, I didn't want you to stay in a place that you could get run over, I meant, maybe we coulda figured something else out and gone together, you just a little bit ahead or on top of something.
[He's going to die on this non-existent hill.]
God, no, of course not. I couldn't do that. Not even for my light.
[He balks, too caught up in being upset and Flynn being the cause of that upset that he didn’t realize how mad Flynn had gotten. His brows furrowed, no matter what happened he shouldn’t have...besides, Flynn apologized for it.
He just was upset at being left alone. His loneliness was pronounced perhaps as an effect of him being an anomaly, echoing what his father must have felt all those millions of years.]
...no, it wasn’t your fault. [His voice is far more quiet.] I’m sorry.
[Is it? It's not how he rolls, not yet anyway, so this is a little awkward for Flynn. There is so much yelling involved in this relationship, Peter, it's so weird. He's used to banter-y not yell-y.]
Yeah, you were, that was really not cool. [He leans back against the wall, not sure what to do with all that pent up emotion.] But I am sorry for not finding your light. I should have.
[Peter’s really kinda new to the whole actually-being-a-good-person-and-putting-other-people’s-needs-first and a pang of guilt hits him. Realizing where he’s messed up is hard.]
It’s this town, man. Don’t beat yourself up over it.
I know, I know, it's always the town, it's always this town. [His hand lashes out, causing the book pile to fall over. He immediately reaches out to pick them up again, drawing them a little closer.]
So what is it, are you angry with me or not? Because this is very confusing.
Yeah, I'm fine. Just... trying to sort through my head, you know?
[That's putting it mildly but somehow it doesn't feel right to dump his problems on a friend who came for aid because he was cut open and stuffed full of wires right now.]
... Did I ever get around to tell you about Epicurus?
Thought you'd like that. [Flynn gives a small smile.] Though, not exactly. To him, happiness was the absence of physical pain and mental disturbance. [Which would be so nice right now.]
Everything we do, he claims, we do for the sake of gaining pleasure for ourselves. Problem is, as we get older we lose track of what really makes us happy. Fear of punishment, of the gods, of death inhibit us, make us seek out pleasures we think we want? But won't actually fulfill us in the end.
He actually proclaimed that humans should not live in fear of the gods which at the time was pretty revolutionary.
[Stop you're losing him you're making him think this is hard he's about to fall asleep again. He stares for a little too long, about to nod off, before continuing.]
Explains a lot of the older Ravager guys I've seen that get grumpy in their old age.
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[His voice balks, the memories filtering in more clearly.]
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[Flynn works his jaw, trying to keep it together, trying to focus on the actual problem.
doesn't mean it doesn't mean it doesn't mean it]
... Did you?
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[He's going to die on this non-existent hill.]
God, no, of course not. I couldn't do that. Not even for my light.
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[He is not putting up with this sulky logic any longer.]
And on top of what? I was on top of something! You wrecked it!
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[Stop poking holes in his poor argument.]
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[Will you just stop with this!]
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There were other buildings! [Somewhere.]
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[He throws his hands up in frustration.] That is exactly what I did!
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Stop taking it out on me! It's not my fault!
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[He balks, too caught up in being upset and Flynn being the cause of that upset that he didn’t realize how mad Flynn had gotten. His brows furrowed, no matter what happened he shouldn’t have...besides, Flynn apologized for it.
He just was upset at being left alone. His loneliness was pronounced perhaps as an effect of him being an anomaly, echoing what his father must have felt all those millions of years.]
...no, it wasn’t your fault. [His voice is far more quiet.] I’m sorry.
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It's fine. [Exhaling audibly he looks back up again in an attempt to diffuse the situation.] You're upset, I know. I shouldn't have yelled.
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[It’s fine, Flynn, that’s how he and the Guardians usually rolled.]
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Yeah, you were, that was really not cool. [He leans back against the wall, not sure what to do with all that pent up emotion.] But I am sorry for not finding your light. I should have.
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It’s this town, man. Don’t beat yourself up over it.
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I know, I know, it's always the town, it's always this town. [His hand lashes out, causing the book pile to fall over. He immediately reaches out to pick them up again, drawing them a little closer.]
So what is it, are you angry with me or not? Because this is very confusing.
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[He gives a half-shrug.]
I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at the stupid situation. The town. [A sigh.]
I really am sorry.
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[Flynn exhales, hugging the book he just picked up to his chest.]
How are you holding up?
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[Is this what losing control of your mind felt like?]
Better than earlier. Are you okay? God, this has to stop somehow. It’s like when we thought we lived here forever.
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[That's putting it mildly but somehow it doesn't feel right to dump his problems on a friend who came for aid because he was cut open and stuffed full of wires right now.]
... Did I ever get around to tell you about Epicurus?
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Eppy-whothewhatnow? Nope.
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[Flynn settles back, drawing his blanket around his shoulders.]
Epicurus was all about hedonistic ethics, meaning he regarded happiness as the highest good one could obtain, the goal a person should aspire to.
[Maybe the right school of philosophy to talk about today.]
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You mean living it up for the sake of living it up like there's no tomorrow? My man.
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Thought you'd like that. [Flynn gives a small smile.] Though, not exactly. To him, happiness was the absence of physical pain and mental disturbance. [Which would be so nice right now.]
Everything we do, he claims, we do for the sake of gaining pleasure for ourselves. Problem is, as we get older we lose track of what really makes us happy. Fear of punishment, of the gods, of death inhibit us, make us seek out pleasures we think we want? But won't actually fulfill us in the end.
He actually proclaimed that humans should not live in fear of the gods which at the time was pretty revolutionary.
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Huh. That's...interesting...
[Stop you're losing him you're making him think this is hard he's about to fall asleep again. He stares for a little too long, about to nod off, before continuing.]
Explains a lot of the older Ravager guys I've seen that get grumpy in their old age.
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can't stop won't stop
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