The human mind's a tapestry of everything we've experienced, everyone we've ever known, all layered over whatever chemistry we were born with, any injuries or illnesses that might've changed that along the way. He'd need to be unpicked, bit by bit, all the way back to the start, then put back together. And there's no guarantee that whatever makes him this way isn't just in the threads themselves.
I'm not going to talk justice with you, Gilia. My world's nothing like yours, yours is nothing like here, and none of us can go against what the local system decides without starting something worse.
But what he did to Quentin was more than blood, and more blood won't fix it.
Forgive me, I meant not to pry upon your thoughts nor expect an answer from you like there could ever be one that is simple or easy.
I only long to understand, so I may be better of use to those whom I love and wish to help. I have been sheltered from much and - the context was far different, but I always thought better to... to say that I do not know, and to ask what I can hope to learn.
Even if the fault is mine for speaking so plainly as to cause such division, but perhaps that is the clearest lesson I can have.
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It does not change what he has done. Quentin and Felipe were still murdered.
The blood is still blood.
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But what he did to Quentin was more than blood, and more blood won't fix it.
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I only long to understand, so I may be better of use to those whom I love and wish to help. I have been sheltered from much and - the context was far different, but I always thought better to... to say that I do not know, and to ask what I can hope to learn.
Even if the fault is mine for speaking so plainly as to cause such division, but perhaps that is the clearest lesson I can have.
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You just said they are always about us. I fear that hope is not one I can believe, as of now.