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You talk like you know!

Do I? Yes, I suppose I do know a thing or two.

Death is very... final. I don't think people really appreciate that fact until they're faced with it. And maybe not even then.

Guess we all know a sod or two who bit it.

At this point, death is death-- shit, it's been inevitable from day-fucking-one. Now it's just more... devoted. Kinda admirable, if you think about it.

I've known one or two. [Or... most everyone he'd ever met. And that was before this whole insanity of walking corpses. He'd lived a very long time after all.]

I could certainly do with a bit less devotion. Makes it hard to give attention to much else.

You're one cool cucumber!

[ Laughing his fill, he drops back against the back of his seat and stretches out his legs, openly entertained. ]

See, that! That sounds like a personal problem, guy.

[Methos wasn't quite sure what to make of this man quite yet. He found him unsettling, that much he knew.]

What problems aren't personal? [Methos asked, smiling back his joviality far less boisterous as his current companions.]

Those that only affect a cool cucumber. [ A royal wave toward. ] Like yourself.

People die. It's a thing. God's little shit-stirrer.

Everyone dies. I'm not denying that. [Although he was trying to avoid it for himself for as long as possible. Being immortal certainly helped in that goal. But it wasn't assured.] But sometimes it happens far too soon and for no good reason. [But even a couple hundred years. A thousand. It wasn't long enough.]

Perhaps not. Sometimes, it isn't simply an option, however.

True. But there's no reason to rush to it first when there are other possibilities. [That didn't mean Methos was above killing people. Far from it! Especially if it kept himself alive (which was his foremost concern). It just wasn't his first choice.]

Our pages are different, probably.

You are right, that rushing to death is difficult to understand... Although, it does depend on the reason, to rush-- there are reasons, and some that vary on circumstance. Some acceptable, some others might not view that way.

You sound troubled.

What are the acceptable reasons? In your opinion? [He had a feeling he knew the answer.]

I'm no more troubled than usual. I've had too many reckless friends.

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I don't make that call. I never would try for someone else.

[ Smiles.]

That's understandable, then. Honestly, we were not talking about the same things... but sometimes, I understand why someone might be reckless.

[He didn't make that call? That was an odd comment.]

What were you talking about, then? Spread some light on your side of the conversation.

[ Curious tilt of his head, already content to leave that horse to die. Pardon that reference. ]

Death can be the only option. Which, I suppose, makes the word "option" a funny sort.

You're referring to the inevitability of the thing. [Someday Methos might die, but he'd made a pretty good run of it thus far.] It will happen for everyone. Eventually. I'm not pretending that's not the case.

[Although perhaps he hoped he may be the exception.]

[ The smile milds. ]

To some extent.

[ Pushes the glow stronger than before, brighter. ]

Death is private-- or... the ideas one holds. They tend to be. It's something that is hard to talk about honestly. It makes sense. You're broaching the topic for a reason, though.

{Methos was eyeing him, curious. Was he seeing things, or was the man brighter than before?] 'The ideas one hold.' Are you talking about what comes after death? The ideas people have on that...?

I've never been all that convinced there is anything beyond it. Which is why I try to avoid it at all costs. [Perhaps he knew differently?]

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No. I didn't mean that.

[ Too much of this seems to be blowing back, so he sucks in a gentle breath and musters a standard issue smile. ]

If you can. It makes sense -- to avoid the beyond. It's not a choice, often enough.

Edited 2017-10-03 01:22 (UTC)