02-17-2016, 07:33 PM
"...How do you trust anyone?"
It's the first thing out of his mouth as the Doc makes his way into the Kitchen (perhaps catching Ned's indication before had stepped out of earshot). The other apprentice has been quiet up until now, gaze firmly averted into his wine glass as if the arterial liquid contained all the answers he could ever really hope for. When they begin to talk of little questions surrounding the larger, his lips quirk slightly. An expression that doesn't last long (amused to somber in .3 seconds). Then of course, Penelope makes her statement. About beginning and not listening.
"All of you are so different and fractious and proud, from the way the Doc says it. From what I've heard about you and from what I've seen..." His eyes flick upward, narrowed slightly. Not accusatory but...not far from it either. "There's no real way to accurately 'find' anyone either. It's different each time. Some of us just wake up one day and it's all brand new...seems to be a common thing at that. Others maybe wake up and go searching for a cure." He exhales, eyes falling into his wineglass, a murmur crossing his lips. "Or a bullet."
"So what got you to where you are? Strong enough opinion to work or solve or craft or whatever word you like to use? But careful enough to recognize when you need to listen? More importantly, who you need to listen to?" That was accusatory. Scrutinizing between the married pair with a clumsy, but forcefully unspoken question.
Who are you to listen to?
It's the first thing out of his mouth as the Doc makes his way into the Kitchen (perhaps catching Ned's indication before had stepped out of earshot). The other apprentice has been quiet up until now, gaze firmly averted into his wine glass as if the arterial liquid contained all the answers he could ever really hope for. When they begin to talk of little questions surrounding the larger, his lips quirk slightly. An expression that doesn't last long (amused to somber in .3 seconds). Then of course, Penelope makes her statement. About beginning and not listening.
"All of you are so different and fractious and proud, from the way the Doc says it. From what I've heard about you and from what I've seen..." His eyes flick upward, narrowed slightly. Not accusatory but...not far from it either. "There's no real way to accurately 'find' anyone either. It's different each time. Some of us just wake up one day and it's all brand new...seems to be a common thing at that. Others maybe wake up and go searching for a cure." He exhales, eyes falling into his wineglass, a murmur crossing his lips. "Or a bullet."
"So what got you to where you are? Strong enough opinion to work or solve or craft or whatever word you like to use? But careful enough to recognize when you need to listen? More importantly, who you need to listen to?" That was accusatory. Scrutinizing between the married pair with a clumsy, but forcefully unspoken question.
Who are you to listen to?