[He unfolds from his position and reaches his glass out to clink his glass lightly against hers.]
I'll drink to that.
[After all, Thomas wanted to change the world for the better. It is petty, cruel, gutless men that can't handle the thought. When you have power, the last thing you want to do is give it up.
Flint pursues the path he does because he knows he could. He has no taste for power. It holds no especial sway over him, it does not inform his decisions and it neither stays his hand nor causes it to strike. The only thing to motivate him, that which drives him to action and calls him to arms, is memory. So he sips at his water and settles back against the pillar as if it were the mast on a shipdeck and he but seeking a moment's respite from the sea.]
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I'll drink to that.
[After all, Thomas wanted to change the world for the better. It is petty, cruel, gutless men that can't handle the thought. When you have power, the last thing you want to do is give it up.
Flint pursues the path he does because he knows he could. He has no taste for power. It holds no especial sway over him, it does not inform his decisions and it neither stays his hand nor causes it to strike. The only thing to motivate him, that which drives him to action and calls him to arms, is memory. So he sips at his water and settles back against the pillar as if it were the mast on a shipdeck and he but seeking a moment's respite from the sea.]