Lawrence Lowtide
First Encounters...
Law's Notes, 09-27-XX, supplemental.
I finally met Zep, or Sister D, and Cupcake, or Elise today. Well... again. Last time I met D it was under a much more enjoyable circumstance, and honestly, so was the last time I met Elise. At least we were all under the same spell from which I generated my consciousness.
It seems like an eternity ago. In my mind, I was a cocky soon-to-be pilot who was always on top of his game, arrogant, brash. I was given a chance to glimpse into my future, and I took ample opportunity to do so... until I realized it wasn't time travel, it was chemical reversion on the part of the Old Man and everyone else in Midian. Then things got real.
After the sort of survival quest I've been on, not to mention being birthed and baptized in blood by Two - aka, Volpe- I have to say I've lost a lot of swagger.
It's hard to not learn humility in my shoes. Even regret. It's transitional. The hole left in me doesn't really allow much feeling about this one way or another, so my reflection is mostly a distant one... I still use arrogant brash comedian like I would use a familiar, comfortable sweater. I know it, I know how it moves.
But this meeting was awkward. I felt it somewhat, which meant it must have really broken past whatever emotional straight-jacket circumstances have put me in.
They were both kind enough. D, even had an active interest in pursuing a friendship on some level.
I may take her up on it.
First Encounters...
Law's Notes, 09-27-XX, supplemental.
I finally met Zep, or Sister D, and Cupcake, or Elise today. Well... again. Last time I met D it was under a much more enjoyable circumstance, and honestly, so was the last time I met Elise. At least we were all under the same spell from which I generated my consciousness.
It seems like an eternity ago. In my mind, I was a cocky soon-to-be pilot who was always on top of his game, arrogant, brash. I was given a chance to glimpse into my future, and I took ample opportunity to do so... until I realized it wasn't time travel, it was chemical reversion on the part of the Old Man and everyone else in Midian. Then things got real.
After the sort of survival quest I've been on, not to mention being birthed and baptized in blood by Two - aka, Volpe- I have to say I've lost a lot of swagger.
It's hard to not learn humility in my shoes. Even regret. It's transitional. The hole left in me doesn't really allow much feeling about this one way or another, so my reflection is mostly a distant one... I still use arrogant brash comedian like I would use a familiar, comfortable sweater. I know it, I know how it moves.
But this meeting was awkward. I felt it somewhat, which meant it must have really broken past whatever emotional straight-jacket circumstances have put me in.
They were both kind enough. D, even had an active interest in pursuing a friendship on some level.
I may take her up on it.