30th metal . video . CW for unknowing marijuana use

[godsays]

[ Zane has a half-empty brownie plate next to him. (Courtesy of a couple certain superheroes.) He's leaning back against his bed, sitting on the floor. He licks his fingers of crumbs, and folds his arms so his elbows rest on his knees. ]

I was thinking.

[ He rubs at one of his eyes. ]

Whether or not you need someone, or love them - that doesn't have anything to do with whether you think they're - good. Good. Or good for you. You don't think like that. You think about how you feel. You don't think at all. Or you only think - in stupid ways.

You have to train someone to think that way. And will they really be happy? Calculations. Is this person better for me than they are bad... they owe me this much love to even the scales.

I've never done that. But I think it would be worse than keeping track of slight, or humiliation, or jealousy, or power. Keeping those was just ordinary. As easy as breathing or Burning.

There are some people I love who might not be very good. Here. But I love them anyway. Like family.

[ He's very intense. And keeps staring off into the distance for a second or two. ]

All my family is dead. [ Abruptly. ] Except, I think - maybe not. Probably dead.

[ He bites his lip, contemplatively. ]

I want to chew something.

[ private to Vin, Marsh, Erik, the 16th ]

Kelsier is in a coma.

[ private to Morgana, the 16th]

Help me.

[ private to Cassel, the 16th ]

I'm not holding together.

Comments

[patheticvillain]

[This response is somewhat delayed, because Cassel has to go give Anya a high-five.]

[Okay here he is.]

You are, like, twenty times too serious. Why do I even like you?

[godsays]

The question. Is why do I like you?

[patheticvillain]

Because I'm not twenty times too serious.

[wedonot]

... Are you alright?

[godsays]

I'm just - I'm hungry. For something noisy.

[wedonot]

For something noisy?

[yeahscience]

I'm pretty sure he's high.

[godsays]

I'm on the floor.

[wedonot]

That's what I thought.

[youwillgotohell]

What is wrong with you? [She is fairly positive she counts in this not very good group.]

[godsays]

Nothing. What's wrong with you?

[routemistress]

I'd like to say I don't run them calculations, but I do. Though I usually find I already love a person before the results come in.

You been drinking, my love?

[godsays]

No. Just eating.

Private;

[anewlanguage]

How does your family stack up to the people you've gathered here?

Private;

[godsays]

Here is better.

private

[indispensible]

What?

[Wait. No what, this isn't a joke, not from Zane.]

Where is he?

. . . Where are you?

private

[godsays]

His cabin.

[ The answer to both. ]

[private]

[youwillgotohell]

[Well that sure is a spike of panic.]

What's wrong?

[private]

[godsays]

Hurt my hand.

[Private]

[wecanavenge]

Where is he?

[Private]

[godsays]

His cabin.

private

[patheticvillain]

Where are you?

private

[godsays]

My cabin.

[bodilesswarrior]

[Barbara eyes those brownies for a second before focusing on Zane, quietly concerned.] I always figured real love was unconditional. Unmeasured.

But if being with someone does you more harm than good - either of you - then you need to do something about it.

[godsays]

I don't think about that.