I've... [ and Jayce pauses just long enough to give himself time to craft a diplomatic answer. ] Tried my best to avoid all the court rulers and any stories about them.
[ It wasn't exactly the truth, but close enough to one to not trip him up, because Jayce had always been a terrible liar. He knew enough about them to get by without flagging them, and that was what mattered to him. ]
Well, then I'm glad they liked what I brought though I don't know if I heard them disliking any of the gifts. Maybe the flower faeries are less... picky.
[The words allow him to pause for thought. Preferences. Personalities. Both are something they have in common.]
Preferences are another thing we share. But are they something we are born with or something we learn? Do we ever make our own choices about what we enjoy in life?
[ Jayce sits back, pushing his notebook to the side and letting the pen roll into the dip at the spine. ]
If we're born with preferences, they grow with us. The things I've liked, wanted, worked towards? Have changed over time. [ Jayce drags a hand through his hair, pushing it back and out of his now-unnaturally gold eyes. ] But we always have a choice. I chose the path I'm on and I can decide where I go on it.
[Renoir stands watch nearby. He leans his weight more into his cane and lets his head angle forwards.]
Would you say everyone is afforded that option?
[He glances over his shoulder, at the possessions that fill the space. How much of this choice was by design? Borne from the preferences of another. But yet... But yet... He had chosen his own way in painting. Hadn't he?]
[ Jayce doesn't balk at the question and he answers it earnestly, partially because he wants to keep reminding himself that it was true. Succumbing to hopelessness was too easy for him, so Jayce has to work harder to fight that instinct. ]
It's just easier for some people to make that choice.
[ Jayce lets the conversation go because he can tell he'll just talk himself in circles otherwise. He nods as Renoir starts to make the move to leave. Trust him, Jayce knows what it looks like when someone is trying to think of a way to escape; he's been there hundreds of times. ]
Of course. I'm happy to help. I should have these done soon and I'll send you a message when I can bring them by. After that, if you ever need anything else, just let me know. Or if something happens to any of these. I'll fix it for free.
[ Jayce has too much pride in his work to allow for anything else. ]
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[ It wasn't exactly the truth, but close enough to one to not trip him up, because Jayce had always been a terrible liar. He knew enough about them to get by without flagging them, and that was what mattered to him. ]
Well, then I'm glad they liked what I brought though I don't know if I heard them disliking any of the gifts. Maybe the flower faeries are less... picky.
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[The words allow him to pause for thought. Preferences. Personalities. Both are something they have in common.]
Preferences are another thing we share. But are they something we are born with or something we learn? Do we ever make our own choices about what we enjoy in life?
[Blah blah metaphor blah blah.]
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[ Jayce sits back, pushing his notebook to the side and letting the pen roll into the dip at the spine. ]
If we're born with preferences, they grow with us. The things I've liked, wanted, worked towards? Have changed over time. [ Jayce drags a hand through his hair, pushing it back and out of his now-unnaturally gold eyes. ] But we always have a choice. I chose the path I'm on and I can decide where I go on it.
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Would you say everyone is afforded that option?
[He glances over his shoulder, at the possessions that fill the space. How much of this choice was by design? Borne from the preferences of another. But yet... But yet... He had chosen his own way in painting. Hadn't he?]
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[ Jayce doesn't balk at the question and he answers it earnestly, partially because he wants to keep reminding himself that it was true. Succumbing to hopelessness was too easy for him, so Jayce has to work harder to fight that instinct. ]
It's just easier for some people to make that choice.
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[That much is true. But this conversation is going nowhere.
Renoir repositions his cane towards the door. Business concluded, he has little reason to remain, other than demonstrating good manners.]
In any case, allow me to extend my gratitude.
[For taking on this work.]
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Of course. I'm happy to help. I should have these done soon and I'll send you a message when I can bring them by. After that, if you ever need anything else, just let me know. Or if something happens to any of these. I'll fix it for free.
[ Jayce has too much pride in his work to allow for anything else. ]