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[mattersverymuch]

Consider this a disclaimer: what you are about to hear is not a question regarding the Admiral's motives. If I might be blunt, I don't actually care what his motives are, or indeed if he has any at all. Thank you so much for your time.

What purpose does it serve to assign legitimacy to one moral code over another? People subscribe to a moral code because it's what they've been taught, or because it allows them to survive, or because they enjoy it. Some give credence to their own code and consider it better than all others, while some aspire to a code they consider to be superior to theirs.

If one's moral code indicates one's ability to lead and make the "right" choices - the absurdity of which statement I'm not about to delve into, it's far too easy - where do people with elaborate designs on world peace by means of violence fit in, or, conversely, those who would kill to eliminate violent crime, or those who relish crime but would view assisting others as an equally worthy adventure? Of course, there are also hypocrites who betray their own code, or those golden, selfish few who exist alone and codeless.

I would like a definition of right, please. I would like all of them. Maybe I'll make a collage.

spam | merlin

[In a way, he's surprised he wasn't saddled with baggage sooner. Surprise and curiosity don't mean that he wants to be approached or even approach himself, however, so he has been steadfastly ignoring any and all messages from Merlin. They're excruciatingly unimportant.]

[Instead he takes a seat in the gardens - an unusual place of rest for him, which is part of the point. Besides, there's something enjoyable enough about plant life. It doesn't ask annoying questions.]

Comments

[mattersverymuch]

What on earth makes you say that?

[deadly_ned]

Just a hunch.

[mattersverymuch]

Large, yes, overinflated, no.

[But they all say that.]

[deadly_ned]

You strike me as the sort of person who can be comfortable wherever they go.

I'm sort of jealous. It's a new and uncomfortable feeling.

[mattersverymuch]

It's called adaptability. To some extent, it's cultivatable, but I do have something of a gift.

[deadly_ned]

You're adaptable like a hermit crab is adaptable. You take your home with you.

Metaphorically speaking.

[mattersverymuch]

. . . A decent observation.

[deadly_ned]

I wish I hadn't left my shell in my own universe.

[mattersverymuch]

You can go back.

[deadly_ned]

I can go back. But it wouldn't matter if I did.

[mattersverymuch]

Explain.

[deadly_ned]

It doesn't matter if I go back. She's still dead.

[And that will be all the detail he'll say about that, thank you Marquis]

[mattersverymuch]

Is that all you have that's home?

[deadly_ned]

That's all I need to be happy. Which is how you make your home, you carry around happiness in your heart until you find a place where it can plant roots and grow.


Yes.

[mattersverymuch]

Then where will you go when you leave here?

[deadly_ned]

Back home.

[mattersverymuch]

But it's empty.

[deadly_ned]

I'm..hoping it won't be for very long.

[mattersverymuch]

Ah. [He nods, thinking he understands, and is satisfied. Selfishness extends in all directions.]

[deadly_ned]

And...your home is where you make it.


What do you need to make it home?

[mattersverymuch]

Power.

[deadly_ned]

Power to make choices, power over people..?

[mattersverymuch]

Both.

[deadly_ned]

I suppose...being an inmate, you have neither of those things.

[mattersverymuch]

Thank you for noticing.