( he listens, rapt. his attention is wholly on rafe, takin' in each word in turn. he can tell there's somethin' here that's hell an' gone deeper than just casual interest. obsession? maybe somethin' along those lines. admiration, surely. an' willful focus.
rafe leaves off the hard parts, but gene knows, ain't many substantial treasures throughout history taken without bloodshed an' sufferin' done. he finds it a curious thing that it's the glory of the take an' not the reality of the thing itself that rafe chooses to focus on. it don't feel strictly like a whitewashin' of history, nor an avoidance of the matter or an issue of polite company. rafe seems like the sorta guy who alternately cares too much about the opinion of others while not carin' at all. an odd dichotomy, born of contradiction.
fortune and glory. there for the takin'. that was what he'd wanted. not the gold.
but still, gene wonders — just how much has he had to prove?
nate told him all about avery. that coin's burnin' a damn hole in his pocket, but instinct cautions him against showin' it. he'd spoken on the matter with a sort of... reticence, almost like it'd been a matter of shame.
two sides. one coin. there's more to this than he's seein'. )
So, I'm guessin' you took this fella up on the matter?
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rafe leaves off the hard parts, but gene knows, ain't many substantial treasures throughout history taken without bloodshed an' sufferin' done. he finds it a curious thing that it's the glory of the take an' not the reality of the thing itself that rafe chooses to focus on. it don't feel strictly like a whitewashin' of history, nor an avoidance of the matter or an issue of polite company. rafe seems like the sorta guy who alternately cares too much about the opinion of others while not carin' at all. an odd dichotomy, born of contradiction.
fortune and glory. there for the takin'. that was what he'd wanted. not the gold.
but still, gene wonders — just how much has he had to prove?
nate told him all about avery. that coin's burnin' a damn hole in his pocket, but instinct cautions him against showin' it. he'd spoken on the matter with a sort of... reticence, almost like it'd been a matter of shame.
two sides. one coin. there's more to this than he's seein'. )
So, I'm guessin' you took this fella up on the matter?