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[majorum_pride]

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I'm currently without a warden. We've been separated. [To the point.] That particular Doctor is still here. [So no one panics and thinks they've been left.]

[A pause.] This may be an unusual question, but for those of you that had friends- [He's assuming some people here will deny ever having any association with the word,

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[dont_tell_sansa]

Why?

[majorum_pride]

Why am I asking about friends?

Because I had one. A close one, a while ago. I was thinking about him.

[dont_tell_sansa]

How did you know he was yours?

[majorum_pride]

I don't know.

That's the problem.

...I know that I didn't want to disappoint him. I know that I miss him. I know that I became angry with him.

But I don't know. It's not something I gave much thought to.

[der_umgekehrte]

[He could use some light conversation after the tense last few days. Even if it does smack uncomfortably like that talk about family with Hoffman. It had been a fairly good talk, but the association is... understandably muddied now.]

Friends. Well. Don't tell anyone I'm laying claim to them, ruin my good name. But. A certain surprising realization that I'd rather have their company than other's. That they lifted my mood by presence alone. In the advanced stages of the condition, the realization that they were worth my time and effort and nothing in return for me.

How I know that they considered me one back. Well. Heh. Sometimes the matter of using my name. Sometimes a fist in the face, in the right context.

[He has special friendships, has Stildyne]

[majorum_pride]

A fist in the face?

[Good job, Rhade. Get right in there at the heart of the matter and focus on the important part of what he said.

Actually it is important to him because he wanted to hit Dylan a lot.]

[der_umgekehrte]

There's circumstances whereby a man can feel he's sinned enough that he's not worth that much. And there's a species of affection, to want a such a man to fight you. To engage. To meet you on his level when he thinks he's not there.

Mind; I've taken plenty of fists in the face with no love behind them. Special circumstances only could leave me feeling fond.

[majorum_pride]

Oh yes, I know about those. [His hackles have been raised plenty, lately, but he doesn't want to fight anyone that he would mind losing to. If he were to lose, right now he'd rather the victory be a well-earned gift.]

I think the latter occur more commonly than not.

[can_has_vodka]

A friend is a friend because you seek them out for their own sake, and do things for them for its own sake, without strict reciprocity or logical reasons, but because a connection has been made. Or rather, the connection between the two of you has been recognized.

[majorum_pride]

But what of your personal experience with it?

[can_has_vodka]

My personal experience with it is a little different than most people. I'm in constant mind-connection with my eleven best friends. Known them since childhood.

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[lifeafterhope]

Someone you'd break your own rules for.

A lot of people here are too casual with that.

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[majorum_pride]

What people have you done that for?

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[lifeafterhope]

My father and the men who died with him.

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[majorum_pride]

I'm not sure how far I would have bent my personal rules for Dylan. Tolerate his to an extent, yes. Tolerate his pointed ignorance to make his rules always seem to work? No.

I don't know that he would have bent his rules for me. He just informed me one day there was no person he trusted more, or would rather have at his side. [This after the Nietzschean plotting had begun, too.]

What are your own rules, out of curiosity?

[captain_jtkirk]

[He's trying to be funny :c] I just have lackeys.

[majorum_pride]

What about ideological adversaries? [Those are the ones that give you the bruises the lackeys fix, right?]

[captain_jtkirk]

I stopped keeping track.

[majorum_pride]

I'm sure their numbers fluctuate more than those of the lackeys.