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Post by Aqua on Sept 3, 2007 12:10:05 GMT -5
"Okay," Emily said. "I guess that makes your distinction between a lie and a deceit clearer to me."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 3, 2007 12:12:36 GMT -5
"How would you answer your own riddle?" ::Pietro asked after a moment. He was curious to see how she defined her own world and morality.::
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Post by Aqua on Sept 3, 2007 12:20:14 GMT -5
"From the point of view of pure semantics," Emily said, "two lies cancel one another out. Like two minuses make a plus in math. It doesn't work with objects, but logic can be twisted that way."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 3, 2007 12:41:41 GMT -5
::Pietro respected ordered thinking, particularly since he sped through life and his sister held chaos in her heart. More than that, it was a response he expected, on untainted by suspicion. It was gentle and refreshing.:: "That is fair."
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Post by Aqua on Sept 3, 2007 12:53:17 GMT -5
Emily gave a small nod and a smile in reply.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 3, 2007 13:12:30 GMT -5
::The train jolted as it slowed to pass through a tunnel. Pietro had nearly forgotten the train route. When more light returned to their car, he leaned slightly forward, resting elbows on knees.:: "Do you have other riddles?"
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Post by Aqua on Sept 3, 2007 13:26:10 GMT -5
Emily chuckled softly. "It is more than God; dead people eat it, and if you eat it, you die, too."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 3, 2007 13:31:39 GMT -5
::Pietro considered it, thinking first semantically; the answer had to lie there. He disregarded theology for the minute, focusing on what the dead did, and what could cause death. The dead did not move; they did not eat. He felt as though he nearly had it. What could a living person eat that the dead ate, when the dead ate nothing? His eyes glistened with satisfaction. Nothing. If you ate nothing, you starved. And with that, the theological piece of the puzzle fell into place.:: "Nothing."
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Post by Aqua on Sept 3, 2007 13:41:34 GMT -5
"Right," Emily smiled widely. "There's a river and a small boat for one. Two people come to the shore and need to get to the other shore. How are they supposed to do it?"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 3, 2007 13:58:19 GMT -5
::Pietro had heard a similar riddle, but it involved more people and a set of conditions. He had to check if it ws in the same vein.:: "No bridge, and the boat must be sent back with a person?"
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Post by Aqua on Sept 3, 2007 13:59:20 GMT -5
"Yep," Emily said.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 3, 2007 14:25:19 GMT -5
::Pietro's eyes flickered as he tried to think of the solution. Conceptually, he could not imagine it, until he realized she had never specified that *both* were on the same side. A thin smile appeared on his lips.:: "The man on the first side crosses in the boat, leaving it for the man on the other side to cross back.::
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Post by Aqua on Sept 3, 2007 14:30:07 GMT -5
"Exactly," Emily said. "No one ever said that they were on the same side. And even if they were - the riddle doesn't say that they needed to get to the other shore and remain there. One of them could cross the river, do what he needed and return at once, leaving the boat for the other one." She liked how he picked on the tiny loopholes in those riddles, and smiled at that.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 4, 2007 16:51:00 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded in response to her second explanation; it hadn't occurred to him to work in shifts.:: "I know a riddle, but it is not as good as that one."
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Post by Aqua on Sept 4, 2007 16:53:13 GMT -5
"Do tell, I'd love to see if I could handle it," Emily said, leaning forward somewhat excited about it.
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