[Stark pops the peeper out and swaps it out for his own eye, talking as he does so. He's done this a hundred or more times in front of Vin which is why he's so casual about it and not making a spectacle of it. But he wouldn't really give a shit if it bothered her anyway.]
I don't blame him that much.
Don't get me wrong. His fight is completely fucking pointless. One way or another, he's gonna end up on the other side again. It's either gonna consume and destroy him or he's gonna rise out of it like some dramatic fucking phoenix out of the ashes. He doesn't realize that yet, but he will. By tomorrow if he's lucky.
Later, if he's not.
[He finishes off his cigarette, tossing it aside wherever it may land and screws the cap back on the jar.]
But there was a time I fought it. You did, too, as I recall. Everyone always makes it needlessly complicated until they're presented with a choice where the results are obvious, but there's still a subtle difference. There's one version where they're miserable sacks of shit with nothing left going for them and then there's the other where they at least find a good reason to roll out of bed in the morning.
[For Stark, it was Alice.]
[Save her. Be with her. Or never see her again.]
[Well, he got 2 out of 3 for a little while. He can't complain too much about that. The offer he's making Ned is by far better by virtue of no Mason Faim anyway. If anything, Ned should be kissing Stark's feet for the opportunity to have everything he wants and not be tied down by a bullshit sense of morality, not trying to find any inmate who will give him a hand in trying to convince Lucifer he should do anything he doesn't want to do.]
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I don't blame him that much.
Don't get me wrong. His fight is completely fucking pointless. One way or another, he's gonna end up on the other side again. It's either gonna consume and destroy him or he's gonna rise out of it like some dramatic fucking phoenix out of the ashes. He doesn't realize that yet, but he will. By tomorrow if he's lucky.
Later, if he's not.
[He finishes off his cigarette, tossing it aside wherever it may land and screws the cap back on the jar.]
But there was a time I fought it. You did, too, as I recall. Everyone always makes it needlessly complicated until they're presented with a choice where the results are obvious, but there's still a subtle difference. There's one version where they're miserable sacks of shit with nothing left going for them and then there's the other where they at least find a good reason to roll out of bed in the morning.
[For Stark, it was Alice.]
[Save her. Be with her. Or never see her again.]
[Well, he got 2 out of 3 for a little while. He can't complain too much about that. The offer he's making Ned is by far better by virtue of no Mason Faim anyway. If anything, Ned should be kissing Stark's feet for the opportunity to have everything he wants and not be tied down by a bullshit sense of morality, not trying to find any inmate who will give him a hand in trying to convince Lucifer he should do anything he doesn't want to do.]
[Stark misses the days he could take souls.]