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Vincent Amorason ([info]quitethecharmer) wrote,
@ 2009-07-23 13:07:00


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Flashback: Age 12
Vincent is sitting on the couch in the common area, more often than not being referred to as the 'kids' floor' of the Baxter Building. He has something on his mind to ask his so-called brother, and it is not something that sits easily in his mind. Kristoff is sitting across from him, going over some technical report, and after a suitable few minutes to gather his thoughts, Vincent speaks.

"Kristoff... what do you fear more than death?"


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[info]discardedheir
2009-07-24 12:09 am UTC (link)
There's a long --very long -- pause, but Kristoff doesn't look away from his brother. When he does start to talk, his voice is calm and earnest but the obviousness of the concern in his tone and expression gradually escalates.

"You do have the potential to be absurdly powerful, yes, Vincent. So, and I am trusting you to allow me to make my point here, does Franklin. You are not alone in your generation in having to face the implications of your own capabilities. You are also, I repeat, twelve. Trying too hard to analyze your own potential for heroic or corruptive impulses is premature, especially if you appear to be letting yourself start treating cliched ideas as inevitable."

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[info]quitethecharmer
2009-07-25 08:03 pm UTC (link)
Understandably, Vincent huffs and folds his arms at the mention of Franklin, but holds his tongue. He listens carefully to Kristoff, and seems to be thinking over his response.

"Thank you Kristoff. You've been very helpful. I won't worry so much about my impulses anymore." There's an almost palpable content around him now, and he wanders off towards his bedroom, pulling out his phone.

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[info]discardedheir
2009-07-25 08:06 pm UTC (link)
There'd been a reason Kristoff included the caveat.

Kristoff is slightly relieved at the apparent alleviation of brooding, but as the actual statement sinks in, he sighs. Ah, well.

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