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[shilowallace]

Just think what I think: they're just money, they disgust him. And sometimes he gets busy, sometimes there's a rush. And you know he would break a wristcomm if he ever tried to use one, anyway.

I mean, it is going to be okay.

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[bookofjohn]

...necessary?

[He looks scornful for a moment but looks away.] ...He's young. You're a young lady. There's a difference.

...why was it necessary for you?

[shilowallace]

Because I'd never been lost before. Just all...locked up and kept away from...well, everything. I learned more from being lost than I ever could have in my room.

[bookofjohn]

...Who did that to you? [He looks horrified.] You shouldn't...I mean maybe I was a little overprotective of Daniel but his mother left. And he was so little but I didn't lock him up.

[The idea is utterly abhorrent. He's pouring over this now, trying to pay attention to the girl-but looking distracted.]

[shilowallace]

When my mother..."left", my dad sorta went off the mega-deep end.

[bookofjohn]

...For a prolonged period.

[He tried to picture what it would have been like to love Salome and failed. Daniel was the only good thing to come out of that picture.]

[shilowallace]

He was...bad until he died. I guess he still probably is.

[bookofjohn]

[Yup. John studies her for a moment then closes his eyes.] I was like that...before my son. I guess some people...

[He's about to say "some people aren't meant to be parents." but he doesn't because-you don't get a choice in that kind of thing. The choices are up to them.

...and suddenly he feels better. He can't explain it but he feels better because for the time he knew his son he at least took him outside. They were together. Sure he worked but he did it for the boy and understood that you do the greatest thing by leaving yourself behind for another generation so that even if you die there is something left behind...

and then he lets out a strangled sob before trying to hastily cover it up by coughing.]

[shilowallace]

[A sad, little laugh.] Trust me, you weren't like my dad was.

Um. Do you...need help? Or something?