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smithereensryan--
"Look at this, Syd. Look at my hands. They're all beat up and gross—my nails are all short and manly and I can't wear nail polish like at all, because the next day I chip it when I'm punching some guy's teeth in. Do you know why I picked the trench knives? I mean, besides the fact that they're awesome enough for me? Because maybe I would stop splitting and bruising my knuckles and all this stuff, because I'm supposed to have pretty hands. Girly hands! This sucks. Being a Blade sucks."
"It doesn't suck that much. Don't pretend you don't like punching guys in the teeth."
"Shut up, Syd. You get a good power. You get to stand back and tell people to just stop dicking around and they will. Do you know how cool that is? Pretty much anything I tried to do to you would be totally useless because you'd stop me before I ever got my knives, and it would be easy."
"...It's not that easy, Ry."
"Whatever. It would just be nice for like, once in my life, to be able to knock someone down without breaking a freaking nail."
jules--
"It's hard to explain—it helps me remember, I think. It's like... it's easy to forget what's in the present or in the future or what's my memory or someone else's. If I can draw what I saw, I know that it doesn't belong to me, and it makes it easier to separate what's mine and what's not—it's someone else's future. Maybe. If it ever turns out to be their future at all. I guess it helps me to know that I have that too, in case something happens—it's something... real that proves what I saw was right. It wasn't just in my head. I don't know."
She pauses, suddenly shy again and shrinking back into herself. Her voice is very soft, and very small. "I guess it just reminds me that I'm not crazy."
"Look at this, Syd. Look at my hands. They're all beat up and gross—my nails are all short and manly and I can't wear nail polish like at all, because the next day I chip it when I'm punching some guy's teeth in. Do you know why I picked the trench knives? I mean, besides the fact that they're awesome enough for me? Because maybe I would stop splitting and bruising my knuckles and all this stuff, because I'm supposed to have pretty hands. Girly hands! This sucks. Being a Blade sucks."
"It doesn't suck that much. Don't pretend you don't like punching guys in the teeth."
"Shut up, Syd. You get a good power. You get to stand back and tell people to just stop dicking around and they will. Do you know how cool that is? Pretty much anything I tried to do to you would be totally useless because you'd stop me before I ever got my knives, and it would be easy."
"...It's not that easy, Ry."
"Whatever. It would just be nice for like, once in my life, to be able to knock someone down without breaking a freaking nail."
jules--
"It's hard to explain—it helps me remember, I think. It's like... it's easy to forget what's in the present or in the future or what's my memory or someone else's. If I can draw what I saw, I know that it doesn't belong to me, and it makes it easier to separate what's mine and what's not—it's someone else's future. Maybe. If it ever turns out to be their future at all. I guess it helps me to know that I have that too, in case something happens—it's something... real that proves what I saw was right. It wasn't just in my head. I don't know."
She pauses, suddenly shy again and shrinking back into herself. Her voice is very soft, and very small. "I guess it just reminds me that I'm not crazy."
