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expiationnet2023-03-02 10:35 pm
crimsoncrow) wrote in expiationnet2023-03-02 10:35 pm
o1; audio
—ere we go. Hello? If anyone can hear this I've got a question that's been rolling around in the ol' noggin for the last week or so if you don't mind humoring an old man, uh. I know this might be a sensitive topic to some people and I don't intend to pry if it is, but I'm curious...
[ There's a brief pause as if the speaker is hesitating out of nerves, but he's taking a moment or three to put the right words together. ]
These crimes that we've all — I'm assuming it's all of us — have been accused of. Is... anyone actually guilty of them? I can't exactly argue 'bout mine when it's true on my end, but we can't all be "criminals" here, can we? What even determines that? 'Cause I promise you that where I'm from, something like... I dunno, stealing food for example is a matter of survival versus an actual crime but the more I listen to the folks who live here...
[ A shuffle, followed by a slow exhale. It's still so weird after the life he's lived. Eventually he'll Get It, but not today. Nope. Stars. Can't do it. ]
Sorry. I'm, eh... I was raised in a world completely different than this one. Having the freedom to actually talk about this sort of thing is pretty new, 'specially in a place that looks like this. Speaking of, I've got one more question for whoever might be listening:
What does it mean to you? Freedom. There's no wrong answer so don't worry 'bout that.
[ There's a brief pause as if the speaker is hesitating out of nerves, but he's taking a moment or three to put the right words together. ]
These crimes that we've all — I'm assuming it's all of us — have been accused of. Is... anyone actually guilty of them? I can't exactly argue 'bout mine when it's true on my end, but we can't all be "criminals" here, can we? What even determines that? 'Cause I promise you that where I'm from, something like... I dunno, stealing food for example is a matter of survival versus an actual crime but the more I listen to the folks who live here...
[ A shuffle, followed by a slow exhale. It's still so weird after the life he's lived. Eventually he'll Get It, but not today. Nope. Stars. Can't do it. ]
Sorry. I'm, eh... I was raised in a world completely different than this one. Having the freedom to actually talk about this sort of thing is pretty new, 'specially in a place that looks like this. Speaking of, I've got one more question for whoever might be listening:
What does it mean to you? Freedom. There's no wrong answer so don't worry 'bout that.
no subject
or at least, marc thinks it does. )
It sounds like you're not used to justice. ( says the vigilante who likes to run around with what essentially amounts to a bag on his head, but y'know. details. )
What do you think this is? ( their present situation, he means. )
no subject
[ There's some muffled tapping against a wooden surface, and though he doesn't speak for some time it's the sort of silence that practically screams the ol' Furrowed-Thinking-Face. He hasn't thought too much about it during the week or so he spent getting used to things, but now that he's got time? He'll be doing a lot of that. ]
If you'd have asked me two weeks ago I would've said just about everything I could've dreamed of. Now... I don't know. Unless there's another planet lurking somewhere we can't see, I'm willing to rule out this place being a holding cell of sorts.