Hey. Hey. He is not crazy, man. You can just take that idea right out of your head, just push it on out of there.
[He'd been stone-cold serious for a moment, but the grin's making a steady return. This guy doesn't know what he's saying. Not really. He hadn't been there long enough to really figure it out. Had he even tried? The Photojournalist doesn't know. Some people just don't want to see. Some people don't know a good thing-- a true thing when it's right in front of their faces! Maybe this guy was just a non-believer.
Not that there's much to believe in. Even when it came to Him... Shit, there're too many holes everywhere. He doesn't know anymore. He just doesn't know.
So he shakes his head, muttering as he fiddles with the camera.] Wrong, wrong, wrong.
[Wrong about the craziness. Maybe close about the other part. Even if The Photojournalist doesn't really like thinking about that and even if it hadn't been... It would've been better if it had been The Man who'd ended it. It would've been more right. (Or maybe it's more right that He hadn't? The Photojournalist had never been worth all that much. Probably he just wasn't worth the time or the effort. And)
Hey. Oh, hey, oh, shit. But this guy... Apparently, this guy had been worth the effort.
When The Photojournalist looks up again, his eyes are sharper, more clearly searching.] You must've been something special. I didn't know it, but you must've been something, or maybe it was a... a gesture, some kind of symbolic action, something about giving weight to a situation, making it really count. Really driving home a message for your captain. Maybe that was it.
Or maybe it was something else; man, I don't know. I can't even pretend to know. All I know is you're there, and I am right. here.
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[He'd been stone-cold serious for a moment, but the grin's making a steady return. This guy doesn't know what he's saying. Not really. He hadn't been there long enough to really figure it out. Had he even tried? The Photojournalist doesn't know. Some people just don't want to see. Some people don't know a good thing-- a true thing when it's right in front of their faces! Maybe this guy was just a non-believer.
Not that there's much to believe in. Even when it came to Him... Shit, there're too many holes everywhere. He doesn't know anymore. He just doesn't know.
So he shakes his head, muttering as he fiddles with the camera.] Wrong, wrong, wrong.
[Wrong about the craziness. Maybe close about the other part. Even if The Photojournalist doesn't really like thinking about that and even if it hadn't been... It would've been better if it had been The Man who'd ended it. It would've been more right. (Or maybe it's more right that He hadn't? The Photojournalist had never been worth all that much. Probably he just wasn't worth the time or the effort. And)
Hey. Oh, hey, oh, shit. But this guy... Apparently, this guy had been worth the effort.
When The Photojournalist looks up again, his eyes are sharper, more clearly searching.] You must've been something special. I didn't know it, but you must've been something, or maybe it was a... a gesture, some kind of symbolic action, something about giving weight to a situation, making it really count. Really driving home a message for your captain. Maybe that was it.
Or maybe it was something else; man, I don't know. I can't even pretend to know. All I know is you're there, and I am right. here.