Journey to the dry cleaners

[Kray]

It elicits a deep, slow chuckle from giant hunched over the wheel. "Ha. I do tend do things on a grand scale." But who would I register that with? I don't think we have a international league for escaping. "Hm. Does make sense though doesn't it. Even some of our safe places are capable of spanning the globe if we build them well enough." Doors that could be opened no matter where you were to get to a safe place. So who knows what I was passing through as I fled. Maybe one day if the memories ever clear up enough to be useful.

It is a surprising selfless perspective, not one the ogre is used to among lost. "Ah. I don't blame folk for fighting to keep what's theirs's. Even if that means keeping others away from it." Something about prevention being better then cure. "Hm. Especially folk like use. Which of us don't want somewhere safe and will do what is needed to keep it that way?" Add in that all lost had damage of one shade or another and well, what they were willing to do made mortals pale in comparison sometimes. "Or." And this is something he is a little more hesitant. "Or. Cruelty can make you feel better about your own situation." Ogres so prone to use of fear and force as they were, he knew that all to well.

The more he learns of the slight winter sitting in the passenger seat the more curious he becomes as to what exactly his goals are. "Huh. Is it rotten to strike out at those who hurt you first?" It's not a dismissive tone, but the Ogre clearly is nonchalant about the idea. It causes no such hesitation that talk of cruelty did. "So?" Deciding to just push forward and ask. "What do you see yourself devoting your second shot at life to?" Kill their fetch, reclaiming old lives, punishing those who lead to their time away or just those who had wronged them. All quite common on the list of lost priorities. "Oh. Now." He smirks yet an undertone of seriousness. "Careful what you say there. Fate has a way of putting such things to the test." He wouldn't claim to understand the ins and outs but those elements that underpinned creation definitely listened.

Shrugging being less then comfortable at the moment his response is more of a harrumph. "No. I don't think so." Following signs to the next parking spot. "I think they are known somewhere or by something." But this was just a difference in opinion, not anything that had riled him. "Uh. I wouldn't even begin to know where to loo of course." Who even would? "But. Now. If we did know them then wouldn't that be something." That would turn the tide in their favour surely. Quite the assumption.

Taking a few attempts eventually parking space is found and claimed by the long suffering vehicle that shits up with an almost relived sputter of the engine when the key comes out. "Uh. Right grab your stuff." Just a short walk left to them.

[Svelte Sven]

The smaller Changeling cocks his head at the Ogre's talk of fighting for what was yours. He feared there may have been a disconnect. "Don't get me wrong, I don't blame someone for fighting for themself. It's part of why, while I don't agree with them, I don't blame Courtless for living the way they do. No, scrapping for survival is fine. What I can't stand are the people that already live comfortably but seem determined to throttle those who don't even pose a threat to their happiness. Just leave well enough alone." He was afraid that he was starting to project, but the conversation with Kray had been a bit more revealing for both of them than he'd expected. "Rich men who loath one another and conspire to steal each other's wealth will act like the closest of friends while jeering at beggars who can't even dream of challenging them. That's the kind of 'punching down' that frustrates me."

He had to stop himself from responding right away to the Autumn's point about cruelty. While it naturally evoked a negative response, Sven had to admit that it had the ring of truth to it. "As much as I don't agree with it, I can understand that point of view. I think it's ultimately a poor decision, but I can understand it." He took a deep breath and sighed. "What do I want to do with this life? To help shelter those who merely want to be left alone. There's nothing wrong with struggle, with fighting against the wrongdoers in the world. But not all of us have the strength for that." The Whisperwisp knew that he was dangerously close to going on a small rant about his reason for being and decided to cut it short. "Looking out for those who just want to get by is a reasonable goal, I think." Perhaps this conversation would continue on another date, but he could think of better occasions to spill his guts than right before dropping off dry-cleaning.

He chuckles a little at Kray's discussion of 'the rules'. The Ogre has a point, it would be quite a thing to know the ins and outs of the universe, or at least Arcadia. "But then, there's the problem. If it were so simple as stealing the rulebook of reality, I'd agree. But it seems more likely that we'll just have to figure them out as we go along. As with so many things, hope for the best but assume the worst." He hated how smug most 'enlightened pessimists' were about such a view, but he had to admit that it was an appealing point of view. "You'll never be disappointed, only pleasantly surprised."

As prompted, the Darkling grabbed his preferred suitpiece and made ready to disembark the vehicle. "I will say, I hadn't expected to have such an enriching discussion. Maybe we can continue it over dinner, when I uphold my end of our bargain?" He offered a thin, but genuine smile to the Ogre.