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sanderson's mistborn
If you're going to sit there and constantly snicker about the whole thing in Alloy of Law about me being a symbol for modern women to defy the societal conventions, I think I'd rather you actually app me into a game.
This way, at least, you'd be kept busy.
This way, at least, you'd be kept busy.

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Hello. [wave]
That's an interesting journal name you have.
... [blink]
It must have been nice.
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Well, I wouldn't know.
[Her total accumulated luck can fit in the dimple of a golf ball.]
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[ Though that's not entirely true, is it. ]
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[People can say anything, but that doesn't mean its true. The force behind the words, the intent, the actions, need to be there too.
And sometimes, words are lies too, even the ones that hurt the most.]
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[ He was what he did for himself, too - but more than that.
Mistborn is something beautiful. He believes that. Better than everyone else. ]
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You could have been a lot more.
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Except the end
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You're engaging in philosophical social commentary, and you didn't think you should invite me? I don't know whether to be delighted or offended.
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At least, not on purpose.
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Accidental philosophical musings are even better! Soon there'll be theory involved. I'm certainly looking forward to that.
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Now, see, it doesn’t have to be that way. For instance, imagine the influence you could have if you really were sent somewhere permanently. This wouldn’t have to be the end of anything, in that case.
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[But-] Most places seem to have green plants...
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That last comment has him narrowing his eyes, though. ]
Green, like your picture? Then it's really possible. [ A pause. ] I can't imagine how that would look. Strange, I think. [ He's never really given himself time to think about it. It always seemed so impossible. ]
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That's what my mun tells me. Everything is green. The grass, the plants, the trees, and flowers...
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Wouldn't you like to see it though?
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More than you know. But I would worry, always, about what I was leaving behind.
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Mine has several points in mind, all the time. Indecision, I'd call it. She favours the very end. I'm not sure what I think about that. There'd be worse times, I'm sure.