[Casual as his tone may sound, the words are sharply cut. Shards of glass in the air, burgundy like the tumblers that Martin is filling for them - Bailey's on the rocks. Claude wraps his fingers around the tumbler, raises it to his lips and sips the creme-coloured liquid carefully, casting a quick smile in Martin's general direction. Always the saviour, yes? Well, some of us have complexes. So much is obvious. He returns his attention to Timm. Watches him over the rim of his glass.]
The world adheres to its own laws, biology and physics. People to their humanity.
[Shaped by society. As a result - well, some are gifted with more of it than others.]
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[Casual as his tone may sound, the words are sharply cut. Shards of glass in the air, burgundy like the tumblers that Martin is filling for them - Bailey's on the rocks. Claude wraps his fingers around the tumbler, raises it to his lips and sips the creme-coloured liquid carefully, casting a quick smile in Martin's general direction. Always the saviour, yes? Well, some of us have complexes. So much is obvious. He returns his attention to Timm. Watches him over the rim of his glass.]
The world adheres to its own laws, biology and physics. People to their humanity.
[Shaped by society. As a result - well, some are gifted with more of it than others.]