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fandomhigh2019-05-30 05:50 pm
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Practical Philosophy, Thursday
It was a tired-looking Ender they'd find at the pondside, sitting on a pillow on top of a blanket, taking big sips from a bottle of water.
"Apologies," he said. "My son kept me up all night, so I didn't find much time to prepare any grand questions for you today. Though I suppose you could look on the current state of the island as a question mark in and of itself."
No, he wasn't going to mention that he'd been here before, not to the class, and certainly not to Jane, who was mocking him quietly through the device by his ear. "As far as I can see, this is a potential future for this planet - a war and resultant apocalypse of some kind. So often, humanity tries to immolate itself - it's enough to make you wonder if we're all innately self-destructive somehow."
He shrugged.
"It's as good a topic as any."
And as good a way not to think of the Capital Wasteland as possible.
"Apologies," he said. "My son kept me up all night, so I didn't find much time to prepare any grand questions for you today. Though I suppose you could look on the current state of the island as a question mark in and of itself."
No, he wasn't going to mention that he'd been here before, not to the class, and certainly not to Jane, who was mocking him quietly through the device by his ear. "As far as I can see, this is a potential future for this planet - a war and resultant apocalypse of some kind. So often, humanity tries to immolate itself - it's enough to make you wonder if we're all innately self-destructive somehow."
He shrugged.
"It's as good a topic as any."
And as good a way not to think of the Capital Wasteland as possible.

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Yeah... the sooner the island packed up and went elsewhere, the better it would be.
Uh...
Hopefully.
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She sighed, handed it to him anyway, and shrugged.
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It was actually a really pretty shade of teal, though, and Norman couldn't help but smile a little more at the attempt, taking the flower and, possibly taking his life into his own hands for a moment, raising it to his face to smell it.
To his credit, he totally managed to not sneeze.
And look, it was far less, um, awkward than the last flower she'd made for him!
"Thank you," he murmured, still smiling, and then tucked the flower behind his ear.
... Being very mindful of those leaves. Those leaves looked dangerous.