[Indeed, partner or partner in crime may be the most proper term -- famiglia is the other, though that one weighs more heavily with Hamelin, like the fixed point of their bizarre pendulum that simply swings between one murder extreme and the other. Or it may be two points on the same continuum, come to think of it.
It really is something much easier and smoother to use than co-conspirators or even allies. So much of their acquaintance has been the knowledge that a mutual betrayal is less than helpful, after all -- but that self-interest and self above all else is the foundation.
Neither of them have ever forgotten that, in a strangely reassuring way.
There's a soft hum of consideration as Jack continues to lounge on the couch and continues to drain his wine, in no hurry to answer the question but not seemingly avoiding it either. McGillis gets a glance of that same consideration -- he answers, slow but steady, hushed like telling secrets.]
There aren't many whose obsession with their wishes matches mine. Not many, that is, that I don't find it necessary to destroy. [the easy implication that he has, and he would, and he will; but] People don't matter; status doesn't matter; the present itself does not matter, so long as one's wish may be realized. That is why we are here, yes.
[A blithe smile, and his voice resumes its normal cadence, made a little lazier by drink.]
Besides, were you not the one who would go on about the past? It doesn't seem to me as though motivating yourself with just this little slice of time would be stronger than everything that came before. So if we are having you write that ending -- then I will have you do it with all your might.
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It really is something much easier and smoother to use than co-conspirators or even allies. So much of their acquaintance has been the knowledge that a mutual betrayal is less than helpful, after all -- but that self-interest and self above all else is the foundation.
Neither of them have ever forgotten that, in a strangely reassuring way.
There's a soft hum of consideration as Jack continues to lounge on the couch and continues to drain his wine, in no hurry to answer the question but not seemingly avoiding it either. McGillis gets a glance of that same consideration -- he answers, slow but steady, hushed like telling secrets.]
There aren't many whose obsession with their wishes matches mine. Not many, that is, that I don't find it necessary to destroy. [the easy implication that he has, and he would, and he will; but] People don't matter; status doesn't matter; the present itself does not matter, so long as one's wish may be realized. That is why we are here, yes.
[A blithe smile, and his voice resumes its normal cadence, made a little lazier by drink.]
Besides, were you not the one who would go on about the past? It doesn't seem to me as though motivating yourself with just this little slice of time would be stronger than everything that came before. So if we are having you write that ending -- then I will have you do it with all your might.