[If he was correct about what he happened to have his hands on, he would be learning a lot more about her and that could have decided meaning after a conversation like this. He was given the distinct idea that she would be a continual conversation starter, what with how often she had visited him so far. The impression so far was that she would return again and again as her questions came up, as she came to check in on his activities during the day or the dead of night. Braver - or stupid - than most, since not even those that actually knew him had taken the opportunity to put an end to him.
She might not believe him, but he couldn't give anything more of himself in that regard; he had a reputation to upkeep regardless of what she felt that she knew him. Media and even intelligence circles would vastly overstate matters, but it was for each individual to digest the information and determine for themselves what the truth was. He also found that exposure over time could alter the initial ideas of what the truth were.
More importantly than her possible disbelief was her opinion on how the world worked. She clearly understood some of the complexity involved in conflict and how it would always be present no matter what anyone did. That she believed that there would always be a worst in humanity was good; she had seen and done enough to not wear rose-coloured glasses.]
And how would do that, Miss Orlova? How would you make fallen soldiers and damaged families less of a statistic? How would you make them into a real entity that would move and effect those who listen so that they gather themselves up to stand against that chaos?
[An opinion lead to what one believed and what one believed could be used to find the roots of weakness. They would be the way to get to her soft underbelly. There was more to the world than a need to punch things; there were ways to hurt people far worst than physical violence, but in order to slide into that place, one had to take their time, be careful and let the individual open up. That was the beauty of conversation; people gave themselves away unless they knew precisely what it was that their end goal was.
He nodded his head to her honesty that she was figuring it out. That was good; they had hit the point of honesty on some subjects, perhaps the most important ones.]
That will come with time and experience. I hope that you don't live in a head space of blame and resentment for your abilities.
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Date: 2018-01-01 09:11 pm (UTC)She might not believe him, but he couldn't give anything more of himself in that regard; he had a reputation to upkeep regardless of what she felt that she knew him. Media and even intelligence circles would vastly overstate matters, but it was for each individual to digest the information and determine for themselves what the truth was. He also found that exposure over time could alter the initial ideas of what the truth were.
More importantly than her possible disbelief was her opinion on how the world worked. She clearly understood some of the complexity involved in conflict and how it would always be present no matter what anyone did. That she believed that there would always be a worst in humanity was good; she had seen and done enough to not wear rose-coloured glasses.]
And how would do that, Miss Orlova? How would you make fallen soldiers and damaged families less of a statistic? How would you make them into a real entity that would move and effect those who listen so that they gather themselves up to stand against that chaos?
[An opinion lead to what one believed and what one believed could be used to find the roots of weakness. They would be the way to get to her soft underbelly. There was more to the world than a need to punch things; there were ways to hurt people far worst than physical violence, but in order to slide into that place, one had to take their time, be careful and let the individual open up. That was the beauty of conversation; people gave themselves away unless they knew precisely what it was that their end goal was.
He nodded his head to her honesty that she was figuring it out. That was good; they had hit the point of honesty on some subjects, perhaps the most important ones.]
That will come with time and experience. I hope that you don't live in a head space of blame and resentment for your abilities.