It shouldn't matter what was first. It shouldn't matter what was. All that should matter is what should be.
[ there's an anger growing inside him, gnawing away at his innards and his flesh and letting something shine through. there are lights, in the corners of his eyes, beautiful and dancing and so, so close. he could reach out and grab them, like this.
he doesn't grab them. he's not brave enough, yet. but he does say, with an almost burning intensity, a light that sears at the back of his eyes and throat: ]
"Discarded when they no longer work?" Sure, for an idea. But what about an arm? A person? [ those light blue eyes are almost painful to look at, here in this moment. ] What's wrong isn't that we keep the wrong ideas and throw out the good ones. What's wrong is that people feel like they have to throw things out to fit the rest at all.
[ his grip on the arm tightens; his jaw clenches. ]
I wouldn't want new gods, and new rules, and new leaders. I'd want a world where we didn't need any of those stupid things to begin with.
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[ there's an anger growing inside him, gnawing away at his innards and his flesh and letting something shine through. there are lights, in the corners of his eyes, beautiful and dancing and so, so close. he could reach out and grab them, like this.
he doesn't grab them. he's not brave enough, yet. but he does say, with an almost burning intensity, a light that sears at the back of his eyes and throat: ]
"Discarded when they no longer work?" Sure, for an idea. But what about an arm? A person? [ those light blue eyes are almost painful to look at, here in this moment. ] What's wrong isn't that we keep the wrong ideas and throw out the good ones. What's wrong is that people feel like they have to throw things out to fit the rest at all.
[ his grip on the arm tightens; his jaw clenches. ]
I wouldn't want new gods, and new rules, and new leaders. I'd want a world where we didn't need any of those stupid things to begin with.