John couldn't help but smile. I suppose I did ask.
"Alright, initiating explaination." he said jokingly, then changed to very serious. "That lady is a very good friend of mine; if I had said you were my daughter, it would have made things... Complicated. I dont have time right now for complications." Not to mention the fact that you don't even know who she is. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. No, he knew she wasn't lying: everything she had told him so far, directly or otherwise, had been exactly as she believed it, regardless of how accurate that may or may not be... Anyway, right now it mattered little.
"Pizza is a food very commen in this part of the world, and in my personal opinion is extremely delicious." She didn't know what pizza was? It was getting harder to believe that she was his daughter; how the hell could he have survived without pizza for, what, thirteen years?!
He sighed again. Here it comes... "He said I'm not human because in his opinion I am not, which in many ways is true; I am not entirely human, not by his, most of the rest of the world's, and what I can only assume is your, definition of the term." He paused, the short, blunt answer out of the way. "... There is more to it than that, obviously, but here and now are not a good place and time to fully discuss this, or show you what I mean..." he trailed off, hoping that would be close too sufficient for now.
He shook his head again. "As for where I went or why I didn't cone back, I really don't know. Any answer I would have to that question right now would be purely conjectural." He looked at her, hard this time. "Alright, I've said my piece, now it's time for you to say yours. Maybe if I know a bit more about... What happened... Maybe we can figure out together whats wrong with me." He sincerely meant what he said; she had been completely straight with him (or as straight as she could be), he could do no less for her.
"Alright, initiating explaination." he said jokingly, then changed to very serious. "That lady is a very good friend of mine; if I had said you were my daughter, it would have made things... Complicated. I dont have time right now for complications." Not to mention the fact that you don't even know who she is. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. No, he knew she wasn't lying: everything she had told him so far, directly or otherwise, had been exactly as she believed it, regardless of how accurate that may or may not be... Anyway, right now it mattered little.
"Pizza is a food very commen in this part of the world, and in my personal opinion is extremely delicious." She didn't know what pizza was? It was getting harder to believe that she was his daughter; how the hell could he have survived without pizza for, what, thirteen years?!
He sighed again. Here it comes... "He said I'm not human because in his opinion I am not, which in many ways is true; I am not entirely human, not by his, most of the rest of the world's, and what I can only assume is your, definition of the term." He paused, the short, blunt answer out of the way. "... There is more to it than that, obviously, but here and now are not a good place and time to fully discuss this, or show you what I mean..." he trailed off, hoping that would be close too sufficient for now.
He shook his head again. "As for where I went or why I didn't cone back, I really don't know. Any answer I would have to that question right now would be purely conjectural." He looked at her, hard this time. "Alright, I've said my piece, now it's time for you to say yours. Maybe if I know a bit more about... What happened... Maybe we can figure out together whats wrong with me." He sincerely meant what he said; she had been completely straight with him (or as straight as she could be), he could do no less for her.
The most dangerous phrase ever uttered in all of minecraftia: "/give honeydew 46 64"
Imaginato disciplinis cognoscere modum; sciam quid et ingenii?
My learning and imagination know no bounds; why should my knowledge and abilities?
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Alchemy: [from the Moon to] Scorpio to man to eagle to the phoenix (female) [to the sun] back to Her consciousness outside the box she created.
Imaginato disciplinis cognoscere modum; sciam quid et ingenii?
My learning and imagination know no bounds; why should my knowledge and abilities?
Alchemy: [from the Moon to] Scorpio to man to eagle to the phoenix (female) [to the sun] back to Her consciousness outside the box she created.
