we don't always have the privilege of problematic family to hold against our dates. but you're right: he would've had it coming, especially if it were me setting him on fire.
[ orphans — what a word — don't get the benefit of familial ties the way other acknowledged children do. sometimes it's a benefit, sometimes it's not. perspective tends to matter, as does whether or not they remain alive to be judged. ]
did your brother come back?
[ and god proclaimed: rise, my son, for i am god your father.]
Maybe not blood family. If someone wants to hold a grudge, they'll find a way regardless.
( estrangement is quite, quite different to being orphaned, and marc can't relate to the latter in the slightest — has rarely given it a thought, in truth. while he and randall had a difficult relationship, one steeped in the latter's jealousy of the former, marc's ties and feelings of owing randall were complicated and ran deep.
and as for his relationship with his father, well—.
marc wouldn't be the man he is without that. )
Not that time. Castle managed to put him in the ground for good.
also true. holding grudges can be a hobby for some.
[ha.]
do you ever wonder how we seem to know enough of our type running around, but we almost always pretend we don't?
[ honour among thieves, honour among killers, honour among the sinners of all kinds. it's not uniform or universal, this conversation alone standing proof of the exceptions, but the shyness among their profession seems beyond general courtesy sometimes.
clemments has asked on more than one occasion if she knew this man or that one, often on the heels of a peer or industry rival retiring bloodily. johnny's flat out lied on more than one occasion when she knows; demurred enough times when she has suspicions, never pointing her finger in any particular direction.
to his credit (is it?), spector hasn't sent anyone her way. it's their holding pattern so far. ]
it's probably poor manners to want to see how some people work.
I try to find alternate solutions. Holding a grudge isn't healthy.
(haha, he can be funny, right? right. (maybe.)
but the question after it's a good one.
marc doesn't play the game quite as much as he used to. he'd been good at it — the pretending, the lying, the obfuscating truths — but he'd had to be. the embarrassment and the shame made it necessary, and it'd been enough in the agency until he'd been too much.
and it'd be more than good enough for the life that came after. the one where it was 'spector? he's weird, but good', remarks bookended by comments about he doesn't talk much and that was appreciated.
but he's willing to admit that he's territorial and as long as respect for what's his holds, he's willing to respond in kind. he supposes that, in the end, that amounts to much the same thing. it's not so much turning a blind eye as it is accepting that for this life to hold a modicum of quietness to it, there has to be a degree of mutual lack of interference.
he thinks that's why he gets along better with the romanoffs of the world than the bartons. she gets it. not everyone who runs around in a mask does.
which is why this — friendship? — works, too. )
I've never stopped to think about it. ( "do you wonder". it's probably not the part of it she'd prefer him to answer, and so— )
You can learn a lot about someone by how they work.
(how to stop them could be one meaning to that, the inevitable paranoia of a man who's experienced just that on more than one occasion, but what he really means is being seen. )
It makes sense that it's something some people would want to keep private.
don't think enjoyment has anything to do with why i want to watch. does professional curiosity still apply to a job like this, do you think?
[ a priest would, in pursuit of wisdom and higher knowledge, want to learn about other faiths to compare the nature of gods between different believers. or so she thinks, and hopes — a cloistered upbringing has led to unending hunger for what lies beyond. beyond what, one asks; beyond the walls of the convent, beyond the text of the holy bible, beyond the teachings and brutal truths at the hands of a woman who only holds the angels as the absolute authority on all things.
(blood in the cut, blood around the gums, blood spilled onto hands until it dries brown and crusted around the nail beds. how's that for wisdom?)
she's handy with a knife. he's handy with a lot of things, or so she's heard. ]
tell you what.
[ (tell him what?)
she twists her watch back in place, only for her that means the backplate rests on the inside of her wrist, the smooth front glass facing towards her. how many years does she have left? forty years can go by quickly. forty years can disappear in the blink of an eye.
some things need telling before the clock runs out. ]
teach me one thing in person, and i'll owe you a favor.
[ it's motivation to stick things through, for the near future. ]
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He would've had it coming. ( presumably. ) Sounds like she has a thing or two to come to terms with about her brother.
( pause, then— )
A guy once killed my brother. The only reason to be upset about it was because he got there before I did.
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[ orphans — what a word — don't get the benefit of familial ties the way other acknowledged children do. sometimes it's a benefit, sometimes it's not. perspective tends to matter, as does whether or not they remain alive to be judged. ]
did your brother come back?
[ and god proclaimed: rise, my son, for i am god your father. ]
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( estrangement is quite, quite different to being orphaned, and marc can't relate to the latter in the slightest — has rarely given it a thought, in truth. while he and randall had a difficult relationship, one steeped in the latter's jealousy of the former, marc's ties and feelings of owing randall were complicated and ran deep.
and as for his relationship with his father, well—.
marc wouldn't be the man he is without that. )
Not that time. Castle managed to put him in the ground for good.
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[ ha. ]
do you ever wonder how we seem to know enough of our type running around, but we almost always pretend we don't?
[ honour among thieves, honour among killers, honour among the sinners of all kinds. it's not uniform or universal, this conversation alone standing proof of the exceptions, but the shyness among their profession seems beyond general courtesy sometimes.
clemments has asked on more than one occasion if she knew this man or that one, often on the heels of a peer or industry rival retiring bloodily. johnny's flat out lied on more than one occasion when she knows; demurred enough times when she has suspicions, never pointing her finger in any particular direction.
to his credit (is it?), spector hasn't sent anyone her way. it's their holding pattern so far. ]
it's probably poor manners to want to see how some people work.
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( haha, he can be funny, right? right.
(maybe.)
but the question after it's a good one.
marc doesn't play the game quite as much as he used to. he'd been good at it — the pretending, the lying, the obfuscating truths — but he'd had to be. the embarrassment and the shame made it necessary, and it'd been enough in the agency until he'd been too much.
and it'd be more than good enough for the life that came after. the one where it was 'spector? he's weird, but good', remarks bookended by comments about he doesn't talk much and that was appreciated.
but he's willing to admit that he's territorial and as long as respect for what's his holds, he's willing to respond in kind. he supposes that, in the end, that amounts to much the same thing. it's not so much turning a blind eye as it is accepting that for this life to hold a modicum of quietness to it, there has to be a degree of mutual lack of interference.
he thinks that's why he gets along better with the romanoffs of the world than the bartons. she gets it. not everyone who runs around in a mask does.
which is why this — friendship? — works, too. )
I've never stopped to think about it. ( "do you wonder". it's probably not the part of it she'd prefer him to answer, and so— )
You can learn a lot about someone by how they work.
( how to stop them could be one meaning to that, the inevitable paranoia of a man who's experienced just that on more than one occasion, but what he really means is being seen. )
It makes sense that it's something some people would want to keep private.
( then— )
There aren't many people that enjoy how I work.
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[ a priest would, in pursuit of wisdom and higher knowledge, want to learn about other faiths to compare the nature of gods between different believers. or so she thinks, and hopes — a cloistered upbringing has led to unending hunger for what lies beyond. beyond what, one asks; beyond the walls of the convent, beyond the text of the holy bible, beyond the teachings and brutal truths at the hands of a woman who only holds the angels as the absolute authority on all things.
(blood in the cut, blood around the gums, blood spilled onto hands until it dries brown and crusted around the nail beds. how's that for wisdom?)
she's handy with a knife. he's handy with a lot of things, or so she's heard. ]
tell you what.
[ (tell him what?)
she twists her watch back in place, only for her that means the backplate rests on the inside of her wrist, the smooth front glass facing towards her. how many years does she have left? forty years can go by quickly. forty years can disappear in the blink of an eye.
some things need telling before the clock runs out. ]
teach me one thing in person, and i'll owe you a favor.
[ it's motivation to stick things through, for the near future. ]