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[fatespoken]

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March;
Peter & Amory [ Blue Light ] ✯ this is a song lyric [ in progress ]

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spill it out on the ragged floor / a thousand different versions of yourself

[fatespoken]

[ Between them, that's the key; the deviant factor manifesting a contradiction. Amory can care in regards to certain individuals, personages who have dug their impressions so deep within him that searching for a cause would be fruitless. Individuals like a certain doctor who Amory had long given up on ignoring. The rest of the multitude were irrelevant. ]

Maybe he would, maybe he wouldn't. Nothing I can predict. [ A particular dryness. ] Or assume.

[ He lets the photograph drift from his fingers onto the coffee table, unceremonious and detached in a gesture of quick disposal. Like something foul, unfit for his hands. ]

spill it out on the ragged floor / a thousand different versions of yourself

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

[It's not necessarily enough reason to leave a girl to her fate, but Chase is hardly morality's champion himself and fear is a powerful force of reason. The tangibility of the distaste in the room is enough evidence that Amory took no joy in what he'd seen, not that Chase had - even for a moment - believed he'd find that to be the case.

It's enough. He collects the picture and pockets it, more out of respect for not leaving bad memories behind than having plans for it beyond incineration. This is one that doesn't need to go on file. The only thing he owes now is an answer he can give Caspian, whether the truth or something made up to appease him.]

Fine. Any idea what happened to her, after this?

[There's nothing to gesture to anymore, but the image is still clear.]

spill it out on the ragged floor / a thousand different versions of yourself

[fatespoken]

[ Fear certainly is powerful, even if he had actually approached the impulse with cold, dry logic. It wasn't him following the quickened race of his heartbeat; he had kept his cool reasonably well. Amory had calculated the repercussions with mathematical efficiency, weighed the positive and negatives as though considering a inanimate object. Fear was the quiet force, of course. The victim, as a person, was forced into the back of his mind-- or so he had tried. ]

He's glad that Chase has taken it. Even if Amory had incinerated it, the stink of his presence would still linger. It would take a day or two for it to dissipate even now. ]

I don't know what ultimately happened to her.

[ It's vague on purpose. More to the story than he's willing to give, too many knots to untangle and roll out for Chase. ]

spill it out on the ragged floor / a thousand different versions of yourself

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

[Chase exhales a breath, catching that ultimately and turning over the possibilities attached. He has his natural curiousities, but also understand the importance of learning when it's better not to follow a story too far. This girl isn't even from his world. Ultimately, though, does mean there was something beyond this.]

I assume I'm better off not knowing.

spill it out on the ragged floor / a thousand different versions of yourself

[fatespoken]

That, and there's too much that would need explanation. Too many questions.

[ Implicit in his remark, whether Chase catches it or not, is the suggestion that he wouldn't fully comprehend his explanations. A man used to the laws of his own world, or the laws he was aware of, would seem to have difficulty wrapping his mind around the supernatural. The unusual must not be a complete stranger to Chase after living in the City this long, but even if Chase understands the words presented to him, fully registering the reality of it is a different matter. He might not be giving Chase due credit, but any excuse not to give explanation is enough for Amory. ]

spill it out on the ragged floor / a thousand different versions of yourself

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

[Chase has been quietly honest for a long time about his distrust of the city's reality and it would be easy to take from that that it's the strangeness he finds difficult to comprehend. It's not. It's not accepting the reality of this world that allows him to fully accept the possibilities within, from the cat-girls to the wizards, he doesn't expect his own rules here. That helps.

So maybe he'd understand or maybe he wouldn't, because he himself is all too human, but the concern now is that he arrived past midnight, and he's already pushed Amory further than his weekend of displacement had managed. He doesn't want to push too far.]

It's late for long stories. [He pauses, inclining his head in some kind of acknowledgement.] Thanks.

[For telling Chase what he had with such a small degree of hostility as to be almost civil. It was late, too, to be dragging anything out of him.]