"It's complicated." And he's too distracted to explain, really. It's easier to just curl up to him, and try to imagine what Ramon's describing to him.
"He sounds rather... I don't know. It makes sense. He did, after all, work to build up that organization from the slums. How much of that was him, babe, and how much was you? Because both of you, yeah. I'd have liked to have seen you working together. Or maybe there younger. Formiddable."
Random's not exactly coherent in his thoughts... but he does understand, in a way.
"My mother. Well, the woman commonly credited as being my mother, I suppose. Anyways. She was odd. Frail, almost, and rather distant, vague, uninterested. Didn't really have much of a bearing or say on anything."
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Date: 2005-12-18 05:42 pm (UTC)"He sounds rather... I don't know. It makes sense. He did, after all, work to build up that organization from the slums. How much of that was him, babe, and how much was you? Because both of you, yeah. I'd have liked to have seen you working together. Or maybe there younger. Formiddable."
Random's not exactly coherent in his thoughts... but he does understand, in a way.
"My mother. Well, the woman commonly credited as being my mother, I suppose. Anyways. She was odd. Frail, almost, and rather distant, vague, uninterested. Didn't really have much of a bearing or say on anything."