Perhaps it's easier for a girl who cares very little about the state of books to believe it. If she's gleaned anything about Jess Brightwell, it's that he's afraid of this library. The Library. Like it's some force that'll come and strike him down now, and maybe he's a little afraid by her always talking it down, stripping it away by not being afraid.
She'll easily admit she hasn't taken the time to understand where he comes from. His own inability to understand the world's been decimated for over one hundred years withstanding, it's almost like he refuses to believe the very thing he's afraid of and has been taught is all encompassing and powerful had been wiped out.
Assuming it had. Raven's head's been thumping every time someone opens their mouth and speaks to her about what they know of culture.
Though tempted to look away, she doesn't. Matter-of-factly, she lectures, "A book's only worth more than a life if you let it. And you don't think the world's chaotic? Anyone who's hungry for power and exerts their influence with fear tactics is chaos in the making. Just because it's more tightly controlled and looks pretty on the outside doesn't mean it's not chaotically ugly on the inside."
She folds her arms against her chest and arches her brow challengingly at him. "I'm not anyone's chimpanzee. Are you?"
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Perhaps it's easier for a girl who cares very little about the state of books to believe it. If she's gleaned anything about Jess Brightwell, it's that he's afraid of this library. The Library. Like it's some force that'll come and strike him down now, and maybe he's a little afraid by her always talking it down, stripping it away by not being afraid.
She'll easily admit she hasn't taken the time to understand where he comes from. His own inability to understand the world's been decimated for over one hundred years withstanding, it's almost like he refuses to believe the very thing he's afraid of and has been taught is all encompassing and powerful had been wiped out.
Assuming it had. Raven's head's been thumping every time someone opens their mouth and speaks to her about what they know of culture.
Though tempted to look away, she doesn't. Matter-of-factly, she lectures, "A book's only worth more than a life if you let it. And you don't think the world's chaotic? Anyone who's hungry for power and exerts their influence with fear tactics is chaos in the making. Just because it's more tightly controlled and looks pretty on the outside doesn't mean it's not chaotically ugly on the inside."
She folds her arms against her chest and arches her brow challengingly at him. "I'm not anyone's chimpanzee. Are you?"