( he makes note of the fact that he’ll have to give her better clothes to wear seeing as he’s agreed to let her live here. but for now he sits across from her with a dismissive wave of his right hand. )
If he did. I think he’d be attempting to eradicate us. But, here we are.
My philosophy is if we can’t beat God, Esme, we become him.
But–…
{ think smaller, she must think smaller, at least for now. and the thought of over coming a concept such as god is too big–too much to compact into this frame of a moment. she has questions, of course, but reserves them for a time that may present itself better suited than now. }
( he makes no move to remove curled fingers from around her shoulder but remains there, a few moments longer. he gives another tilt of his head while his own gaze searches her face and when he finds what he is looking for if he found it; he steers her back to the couch.
the look of fear on her face is not one he is unfamiliar with. )
We all have lived quite a long time. And I have seen some truly monstrous things.
( he does not mention that he is one of them. )
You’re just another beast with a burden it didn’t ask for. And. I would say it is not a matter of who you are but rather a matter of who you want to be.
( a line of thought somewhat similar to the bullet points he once used in a conversation with regret. )
We live in times where things adapt. Become better or stronger. You could be and do anything you want. Do you believe in God.
{ she promptly retakes her place in the chair, averting her stare to the ground and the useless details of worn shoes. they’ve had more experience than she can earnestly claim, these stolen pair of sneakers with dirtied laces. }
