[ Failure is relative. Here, what Red Wine did is a measure of sanity. Something which prevents him becoming the monster he fears. That he's stood here, arguing with Steak, is proof positive of that. It's just... adapting to that mindset.
(And, perhaps, burying the vague worry of what they do, should they ever return home, where the rules are so much different.)
But that's Steak looking at it, so close and yet so far, trapped behind thick glass unable to ever really understand Red Wine's point of view. Why does it have to be so complicated, anyway? It makes no sense to Steak, it never has. But perhaps he doesn't need to say that, for once.
Perhaps all he needs to do is click his tongue lightly at Red Wine's final words. ]
You know me better than that.
[ As long as Steak still draws breath, he'll be at Red Wine's side. ]
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(And, perhaps, burying the vague worry of what they do, should they ever return home, where the rules are so much different.)
But that's Steak looking at it, so close and yet so far, trapped behind thick glass unable to ever really understand Red Wine's point of view. Why does it have to be so complicated, anyway? It makes no sense to Steak, it never has. But perhaps he doesn't need to say that, for once.
Perhaps all he needs to do is click his tongue lightly at Red Wine's final words. ]
You know me better than that.
[ As long as Steak still draws breath, he'll be at Red Wine's side. ]