He sits down, unwrapping one of the cheeses and the cutting board he had brought, nodding at the question about his desire. "I truly do. Perhaps out of vanity, but that doesn't make it less sincere a wish.
I don't know where it started. I still enjoy all the things I ever have. I don't think I'm lonely, if that's something I'm even capable of. It just feels like it's time for a change. Time for my own evolution to progress."
A flick of his wrist and he's holding a knife, as he shears off a piece of brie for each of them as she asks about the Club.
"I still want it. I just want it to be something else than fodder for his personal vanity and mad dreams." He places the cheese into his mouth, letting it melt and biting down at the rind. "I may have gotten my fair share of inheritances, Aunt Stephanie, and have my hands on all the right old money, but you know that's not how I live. I'm new money. I'm neon and fashion and technology to advance leisure. More electric vehicles and plasma screens than the old leather and lace.
I'm never going to be the war profiteer or captain of finance or industry. I do my damages and make my fortunes from screens I can hold in my hand and push the content to social media."
He looks at his Aunt. The one blood relative on this world he can trust, and more than that, would be saddened by her death. "But I need help. I'm not the 'how' person for things like this. I'm barely the 'why' person; but with all the conviction I'm capable of, I tell you that Sebastian Shaw needs to exit this world. It's the only way you can ever be safe, and I can ever be more than his shade."
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I don't know where it started. I still enjoy all the things I ever have. I don't think I'm lonely, if that's something I'm even capable of. It just feels like it's time for a change. Time for my own evolution to progress."
A flick of his wrist and he's holding a knife, as he shears off a piece of brie for each of them as she asks about the Club.
"I still want it. I just want it to be something else than fodder for his personal vanity and mad dreams." He places the cheese into his mouth, letting it melt and biting down at the rind. "I may have gotten my fair share of inheritances, Aunt Stephanie, and have my hands on all the right old money, but you know that's not how I live. I'm new money. I'm neon and fashion and technology to advance leisure. More electric vehicles and plasma screens than the old leather and lace.
I'm never going to be the war profiteer or captain of finance or industry. I do my damages and make my fortunes from screens I can hold in my hand and push the content to social media."
He looks at his Aunt. The one blood relative on this world he can trust, and more than that, would be saddened by her death. "But I need help. I'm not the 'how' person for things like this. I'm barely the 'why' person; but with all the conviction I'm capable of, I tell you that Sebastian Shaw needs to exit this world. It's the only way you can ever be safe, and I can ever be more than his shade."