11-26-2007, 07:10 PM
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[/html]The yellow-eyed male could not think of anything that he truly cared about now, and even in the past. His perspective on the world and everyone in it hadn't changed as long as he could remember, and maybe it was his upbringing, maybe it was because he had never really had a 127.0.0.1 or anyone constant to care about, but in his mind, it didn't really matter. If he had a life as close to perfect as they came, if he had no reasons and no excuses, he would be the same. It didn't matter. Circumstance was not a factor, it was his state of mind, and it always would be. "No," It was easier to give a simple answer like "no" than to elaborate excessively and reason through it when it was all gray area anyway. Nothing was ever black and white. Maybe Arkham would have a different outlook on life. Parents, siblings and environment could all be effective catalysts.
"Everyone does it. Doesn't matter who they are." he rumbled his reply. Better he know it now if he didn't already, than to find out later and have to face repercussions which could have been avoided. If nothing else, it was better that he knew, and so would be able to gauge for himself how much faith to put in others, how much to trust, and how much of himself to give away without knowing just how many of the pieces would remain safe and sound. It wasn't entirely relevant in some ways, but in others, it was worth mentioning in all seriousness. "But don't let anyone drive you to hate." Because children were taught to hate. Castor had been taught to hate. Coyotes predominantly, but wolves, whatever, it didn't matter. Everyone was the enemy, just waiting for him, drawing their pistols in preparation for destruction. In time though, away from his father who felt it best to draw his weapons before the other side had a chance to let it cross their mind, he had grown to be more tolerant. Children should never be exposed to that kind of blind hatred.