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...Greed is outside?

And enjoying himself.

Mad man. I think the thrill of it excites him.

[But there's fondness as she says it. If he wants to play in end of times weather, she hardly cares.]

What an idiot.

[Filters? What filters?]

He's enjoying himself.

Even when the world may as well be ending, he still finds ways to enjoy himself.

He's enjoying himself until he gets cracked in the skull by a flying shark.

[So bitter right now. Soooo bitter.]

I assume he'll come inside when that happens.

Why do you care whether he's inside or out, anyway? I didn't think you liked him.

I don't. That doesn't mean I don't think he is a vain fool for running around in this. He is risking his life for no reason.

He's not risking his life, it's not as though it could actually kill him. All he's risking is personal bodily comfort.

How is it vain to be the sort of person for whom risk and thrill adds appreciation to life? He likes the storm so he's enjoying it, not despite the risk but because of the risk.

Enjoying risk is foolish. And yes, it could kill him, but as you were so careful to point out, I don't care.

[Scar what even right now]

You think it's foolish, Scar. What one person thinks isn't universal truth.

And no, it couldn't. Hasn't anyone mentioned that to you? Apparently nothing can actually kill anyone here. Wound and harm, yes, but not kill.

Why are you even bothering to argue that?

I'm not so gullible to believe that there is no real risk.

Because sometimes I wonder if you hold personal truths, or simply apply general truths to all and sundry. That's not a snide comment or an insult, so don't take it as one.

There's risk, of course, just not risk of death.

I think there's something to be said, for damning risk and trying to gain the most out of life. That's why I want to travel. I'm tired of just existing, I want to live my life.

Say what you will about Greed's flaws, but he knows how to live.

[Okay just listening to her drone on about Greed is irritating.]

I'm not discussing this. If you want to run around in the rain with merry abandon, go ahead.

Well I wasn't planning on it until now.

What I wanted to do was perhaps have a conversation on how different human nature is between any random individuals or maybe which is stronger, natural inclination or free will, as that seemed to be where the discussion was headed.

And I like talking about those things.

But maybe I'll just go out into the storm instead, because that's all you've gotten out of anything I've said.

I'm not fit for a conversation about... human nature, I just cracked my damn skull open.

But fine, Greed clearly knows how to live, so go have the time of your life doing the same.

...what the hell happened to your skull?

I'm trying. I'm trying to do new things and meet new people and make new friends and right now I've been trying to become friendly with you.

[Scar is quiet a moment. This conversation is just starting to irritate his head.

But will he shut up? Nooooo.]

You call this trying to become friendly? I make an offhand comment about how idiotic it is to be outside right now, and you take that as an invitation to immediately change your mind about staying safe inside just because you know it will annoy me.

[Not commenting on the 'how' bit.]

No, talking to you about things I like to talk about was my attempt to be friendly.

Or maybe I changed my mind because I decided to listen to my own advice. Your harping on it was just a small push.

I'm proud and stubborn too, you know.

And still, you did so by calling my ideals into question.

[But how the hell is he supposed to keep her from going outside, now? God dammit, he doesn't even have the willpower to think of some roundabout way of convincing her now.]

There is proud and stubborn, then there is putting yourself at risk because it's fun. Don't.

Wanting to debate and discuss ideals isn't calling them into question.

Isn't it my risk to take? I'm not trying to be argumentative. I can stay inside and be reasonably safe and ask how it was later, or I can step outside and experience it myself and always know that I did. Because I have that choice.

What are the measurements for risk versus reward?

[He is getting... rather worked up over this. Lust might hear a nurse trying to gently calm him down in the background.]

If you are trying to make a philosophical discussion of this, as well, I have no interest. I told you, if you're going to follow that fool into a hurricane, there sure as hell isn't anything I can do to stop you. Though you've clearly already made up your mind.

Stop assuming things, Scar.

But when I have two options for something interesting to do, and obviously actively pursuing one results in nothing, I'm left with the second.

If that's not clear enough: I'm still here trying to talk to you.

[Another bit of silence. He's having more trouble gathering his thoughts than usual.

Gee, I wonder why.]

I'm not assuming anything! You were just suggesting that you were going to go outside!

[We're stiiill stuck on that.]

I'm considering it!

I tried to voice those considerations to you, and you snapped at me not to talk philosophy to you! But that's how I consider and rationalize and decide things!

There is nothing to be rationalized. Take one look out the window that you were earlier saying you backed away from because it could break. We've never even seen anything like this before, never mind survived it. This has nothing to do with a lost opportunity, it's about not breaking your neck.

[Or. You know. Getting a concussion.]