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|  The Eye of Sauron | Zan-y | Snake Charmer
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Originally Posted by Zoerawrr  Those drapes... were AWESOME.
Jake needed some.
Anyway. "Why would I ask something without having thought about it; it has to get to my brain for me to say it," the boy said quite simply, snapping off a leg of the frog he held from the side of its stomach before eating it.
He watched Truebridge for a second, noting how he vanished the heads. "Why aren't you eating the heads?" Jake asked, quite perplexed, before thinking on.
But thinking didn't help, Jake ended up pounding the arm of the chair with one concentrated outburst. "I hate people," he said suddenly, almost spitting out the last word. He was so confused with all these rules and things he was supposed to remember. "I'm told what to say, how and when to say it, the same with what I do. How long, exactly, before I'm told what I'm allowed to think?"
He would be punching things when he went back to his dormitory. That always made him feel better.
"Some people do. In fact many people speak without thinking all the time, to the point where others believe that everyone does." Ethan understood Jake's confusion and had no judgement on it.
"Because I don't like the eyes." He answered simply.
He eyed the arm of the chair and then looked at quite seriously. "I'll never tell you what you're allowed to think, Jake. Your mind is your greatest gift, and like any gift, not everyone is deserving of it."
He beheaded another frog.
"That is what I meant about self-preservation. Its a behaviour. Something a person does to ensure their own survival, usually to avoid pain, and often out of fear, but also its the instinct to live, the innate desire to be without risk of interruption or destruction by others. Sometimes to share your thoughts puts you at risk, as it did today, with your loss of points." Though in many cases the result would be far more serious. Quote:
Originally Posted by whscameragal Vadoma skipped down the corridor, she wore a peasant blouse, a flowing brown patchwork skirt and footless sandals she had made herself using woden beads. The silver bangles on her ankles jingled as she made her way toward proffessor Truebridges office. She stood there for a moment, forgetting what she was doing then remembered and knocked on the door and stood waiting patiently. Hearing another knock, Truebridge turned his head towards the door.
"I will be with you in a moment." |