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Post by Typhoid on Oct 15, 2009 21:46:45 GMT -5
She looked at him, almost able to see where this was going, but decided to give him the benefit of the argument anyways. "Do I think it's smart to have 7 kids at one go? No, not really."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 15, 2009 21:52:49 GMT -5
::If the situation were not dire, and Pietro were not himself, he might laugh at the absurdity of the response. But it was, and he was, and so he replied seriously,:: "That is not what I asked. I can try again, do you believe in medicine?"
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 15, 2009 22:00:49 GMT -5
"Do I believe it works and that people should use it? Yes," she said, beating him to the punch. "But medicine like we have now doesn't irrevocably change your DNA." She thought for a second. "That we know of," she amended.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 15, 2009 22:03:42 GMT -5
"I was not saying that," ::Pietro told her simply. There was a pause, as he measured his words before replying,:: "You and I have access to medicine because we 'know someone.' People have families because they 'know someone' when their bodies would have it otherwise. Other people suffering in ways you have not caused isn't an ethical argument, unless you strip your life bare."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 15, 2009 22:17:11 GMT -5
It hadn't been his point or intention, but his mention of having families without a blood tie hurt, as she always had the perpetual reminder in her head that she couldn't have a biological family, even if it was something she wanted. She fell silent, the debate and the concentration it took to maintain form draining her.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 15, 2009 22:18:45 GMT -5
::She fell silent, and Pietro continued to drive.:: "I don't see an ethical conflict here. If you can stand being indebted to him, I see no conflict."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 15, 2009 22:33:03 GMT -5
"I know." She couldn't explain why she'd shut down; she thought it would sound ridiculous to him.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 15, 2009 22:36:58 GMT -5
"You wanted my opinion," ::Pietro said, which was his way of telling her that he was finished speaking on the subject.::
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 15, 2009 22:39:23 GMT -5
"Yes, I did," she said, sighing. He was right, she had asked for his opinion. Instead of continuing a debate, she altered the subject. "Why don't you like the idea?"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 15, 2009 22:41:43 GMT -5
::Pietro did not point out that he never said that, because she was struggling to hold he form, and he detested arguing. Instead, he replied,:: "I told you once you need to be careful to whom you find yourself indebted. If he is on your list, I have no objection."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 16, 2009 19:15:49 GMT -5
"I'm already indebted to him, so I guess being careful is sort of a moot point now," she said pragmatically. She tucked herself tighter into her coat. "It could be a moot point all together. I don't even know if he's still in the country." She might be able to feel if he were still in the city, but that was as far as her range extended in that respect, and she'd had no contact with him for months.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 16, 2009 19:43:43 GMT -5
::Pietro lifted one hand from the steering wheel for the briefest instant, in preparation to accent words with hand gestures; it was ingrained. Then he lowered it, continued driving. He had nothing to say.::
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 16, 2009 19:44:40 GMT -5
She saw the gesture. "What's wrong?"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 16, 2009 19:50:23 GMT -5
::Pietro reached upward, adjusted the rear view mirror and settled in again.:: "It will keep."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 16, 2009 19:52:22 GMT -5
"It didn't look like it would a second ago," she said softly.
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