[He feels it almost, the tension there, the taut thrum of difference that takes shape between them, and although it isn't quite dispelled by the movement of Tieria's hair nor the words that come after it, there's at least a loosening, a softening of it. And there's something there, in the words-- the Company is bigger than the sum of its parts, and that's a notion Giovanni can get behind, something he can support. On a smaller scale, though, there are other inferences to be drawn, aren't there? Giovanni himself-- he's faster stronger better than ordinary humans in so many ways and yet he's ruled by them, utterly.
Or at least, ruled by the Company, the restrictions it places upon him.
But it's a complicated thing. He doesn't know how to be any other way. Free will isn't for everyone. At least, so he thinks.
He voices none of this, only smiles his sharp-edged smile, chin slightly lifted in the wake of the compliment because - despite his track record, his unerring ability to get a job done - such things are few and far between.]
I suppose I have my creator to thank for that. But I do try.
no subject
Or at least, ruled by the Company, the restrictions it places upon him.
But it's a complicated thing. He doesn't know how to be any other way. Free will isn't for everyone. At least, so he thinks.
He voices none of this, only smiles his sharp-edged smile, chin slightly lifted in the wake of the compliment because - despite his track record, his unerring ability to get a job done - such things are few and far between.]
I suppose I have my creator to thank for that. But I do try.