[Though, would it even matter? If Dirk was speaking the truth about being immortal, being reckless likely didn't have dire consequences for just rushing in. It was strange that he had a slightly different vibe from Dirk about death compared to Booker.
Booker was just a sad sack who was hoping for death to finally stick and would drink and be kind of miserable. They hadn't discussed that Booker was... very old though. Yet, with Dirk, the aura was more that death just plain didn't matter, colder and far less resigned about it all.]
I'm told humans all consider themselves special and their mothers tell them so.
[It didn't seem time or place to ask if Dirk even had a mother. Cloning didn't require it, just the original's cells and that was it. So probably no maternal stuff. Definitely would make for an emotionally dispassionate individual.]
I've died once. It was unpleasant. I doubt you actually would want it to happen to you.
[Not that it could here in Trench. They were apparently basically immortal in the sense that they came back. He hadn't died here or even in Deerington before.
He looked over at Ruin who was busy chewing barnacles off of a rock. His expression turned from impassive to faintly amused, maybe even a little fond.]
That's Ruin. My brother mentioned it to you, so I expected I should bring it along. Thankfully you're too big for it to fit in its mouth, but it will probably try at least once.
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[Though, would it even matter? If Dirk was speaking the truth about being immortal, being reckless likely didn't have dire consequences for just rushing in. It was strange that he had a slightly different vibe from Dirk about death compared to Booker.
Booker was just a sad sack who was hoping for death to finally stick and would drink and be kind of miserable. They hadn't discussed that Booker was... very old though. Yet, with Dirk, the aura was more that death just plain didn't matter, colder and far less resigned about it all.]
I'm told humans all consider themselves special and their mothers tell them so.
[It didn't seem time or place to ask if Dirk even had a mother. Cloning didn't require it, just the original's cells and that was it. So probably no maternal stuff. Definitely would make for an emotionally dispassionate individual.]
I've died once. It was unpleasant. I doubt you actually would want it to happen to you.
[Not that it could here in Trench. They were apparently basically immortal in the sense that they came back. He hadn't died here or even in Deerington before.
He looked over at Ruin who was busy chewing barnacles off of a rock. His expression turned from impassive to faintly amused, maybe even a little fond.]
That's Ruin. My brother mentioned it to you, so I expected I should bring it along. Thankfully you're too big for it to fit in its mouth, but it will probably try at least once.