[ As with all things, Bondrewd's words come with a measure of curiosity. A distinct lack of judgment lives within him, replaced instead by wonder and a desire to learn — be the thing he's learning about be good or bad. It is entrancing, to uncover a little more of someone else's mind and discern what their thoughts are rooted in — Amos, it seems, has a belief that children are pure and adults are not. To Bondrewd, that is patently not true, but even if it was, it begs the question. ]
When does a child stop existing, to you? Is it at a certain age? Is it when they first commit a sin that is too great for their innocence to bear? What does innocence look like to you? Is innocence all that makes a child what they are? Are there not innocent adults?
[ The questions are rapid fire, as he reaches down to gently cup Amos's elbow and urge him to walk on. They can have a pleasantly informative conversation while the man leads him where the books need to be brought; Bondrewd's tail sways, counterbalancing his massive bulk and the crisp line of violet light upon his mask fragments briefly — an LED plate installed upon it ( thanks Samba Santa Quetzalcoatl ) to allow him to "emote" a little more. All that pops up is a question mark, though, surrounded by winking stars like he's particularly enthusiastic about this topic. ]
Lucien was part of Mister Schneider. To stop one, you simply had to hurt the other — it is not a matter of who deserves what, but what had to be done. You speak about practicality, but you refuse to apply it to those you perceive as "children" for some reason.
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[ As with all things, Bondrewd's words come with a measure of curiosity. A distinct lack of judgment lives within him, replaced instead by wonder and a desire to learn — be the thing he's learning about be good or bad. It is entrancing, to uncover a little more of someone else's mind and discern what their thoughts are rooted in — Amos, it seems, has a belief that children are pure and adults are not. To Bondrewd, that is patently not true, but even if it was, it begs the question. ]
When does a child stop existing, to you? Is it at a certain age? Is it when they first commit a sin that is too great for their innocence to bear? What does innocence look like to you? Is innocence all that makes a child what they are? Are there not innocent adults?
[ The questions are rapid fire, as he reaches down to gently cup Amos's elbow and urge him to walk on. They can have a pleasantly informative conversation while the man leads him where the books need to be brought; Bondrewd's tail sways, counterbalancing his massive bulk and the crisp line of violet light upon his mask fragments briefly — an LED plate installed upon it ( thanks Samba Santa Quetzalcoatl ) to allow him to "emote" a little more. All that pops up is a question mark, though, surrounded by winking stars like he's particularly enthusiastic about this topic. ]
Lucien was part of Mister Schneider. To stop one, you simply had to hurt the other — it is not a matter of who deserves what, but what had to be done. You speak about practicality, but you refuse to apply it to those you perceive as "children" for some reason.