i've seen lots of movies read books played dnd you guys are basically all the same in any incarnation with minor variations so you've either got a beast inside your head telling you to go eat people or you don't need one if you've got the beast sucks to be you, buddy (pun intended) but you're still letting yourself be ruled by what basically amounts to your id if you're doing it on your own then you're still responsible for everything you've ever done and i'm gonna guess with a guy like you it wasn't that hard to move among the "things" adapt because that's what we do to survive we adapt this isn't evolution you fangs lock yourself in stasis anything happening is just adaptations of who you were and who you are you don't get to use "oh, i became a vampire" as an excuse
Ohh. I know this game. [He relaxes a little again. The smirk is back in his voice.] This is where I get psychoanalysed, assigned the - what's the word - archetype? Trope? Maybe typecast... vampire typecast of your choice, and you can go back to being your miserable self, secure in the knowledge that no one ever changes, so you don't have to.
[He clicks his tongue. Such disapproval.]
Not that the experience of dying and returning to realise that your whole understanding of the essentials of reality is wrong could possibly transform a man. We can't have that.
nope you can typecast yourself, igor and believe what you want to believe but from what i've observed you can change you mind you can change your outlook you can change your situation you can get older, more tired, worn down you can find someone that makes you feel alive when she smiles but people don't change they just become more of what they are
so you were some guy who wanted immortality or maybe you weren't you got it now you've got eternity to come to grips with it your personality hasn't changed you just let some of the parts you pushed away before grow nothing about you that matters has changed
you're still some sarcastic asshole you still rely on your intelligence and you're still going to analyze the situation with the tools you've always used first
Yes, yes, I'm sure that's all true within your little human understanding of your little human world. Where you are lord and master among all the other little humans because you're so much smarter in your petty little terms. Big fish, such a tiny pond...
[It's a good mental image. He snickers over it for a bit.]
You are wrong on every single count. About me, about my kind... about the world. But you're still in your little pond, brought over wholesale. It's funny watching you flop in there. Careful you don't flop out of it. I've seen much stronger minds broken by it.
[Oh, well, this is easier to deal with. He's had people call him insane, narrow-minded, cowardly, and arrogant before. It's nothing particularly new, especially in that sneering tone.]
Now you're not funny anymore. Shouldn't you be offering some pithy remark about how you still aren't convinced that this isn't all some grand delusion of mine?
protip 2: not all of us break the same way you did
[That's the last response Beckett will receive. This conversation isn't going anywhere, and House isn't particularly interested in discussing precisely how he's broken. Beckett doesn't know him well enough to know that while he's always been suicidal, House has never actively tried to follow through. He's done stupid crap that might kill him. But never things he knows for certain will.
One life, one chance. That's how it's supposed to be. He's already explained that death is what gives life meaning. He's broken, and he's not repeating himself there.]
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Right. Yes. I'd forgotten that you were the expert on all things Kindred. Did you see a movie about it?
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read books
played dnd
you guys are basically all the same in any incarnation with minor variations
so you've either got a beast inside your head telling you to go eat people
or you don't need one
if you've got the beast
sucks to be you, buddy
(pun intended)
but you're still letting yourself be ruled by what basically amounts to your id
if you're doing it on your own
then you're still responsible for everything you've ever done
and i'm gonna guess with a guy like you
it wasn't that hard to move among the "things"
adapt
because that's what we do to survive
we adapt
this isn't evolution
you fangs lock yourself in stasis
anything happening is just adaptations of who you were and who you are
you don't get to use "oh, i became a vampire" as an excuse
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[He clicks his tongue. Such disapproval.]
Not that the experience of dying and returning to realise that your whole understanding of the essentials of reality is wrong could possibly transform a man. We can't have that.
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you can typecast yourself, igor
and believe what you want to believe
but from what i've observed
you can change you mind
you can change your outlook
you can change your situation
you can get older, more tired, worn down
you can find someone that makes you feel alive when she smiles
but people don't change
they just become more of what they are
so you were some guy who wanted immortality
or maybe you weren't
you got it
now you've got eternity to come to grips with it
your personality hasn't changed
you just let some of the parts you pushed away before grow
nothing about you that matters has changed
you're still some sarcastic asshole
you still rely on your intelligence
and you're still going to analyze the situation with the tools you've always used first
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[It's a good mental image. He snickers over it for a bit.]
You are wrong on every single count. About me, about my kind... about the world. But you're still in your little pond, brought over wholesale. It's funny watching you flop in there. Careful you don't flop out of it. I've seen much stronger minds broken by it.
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k
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cw: suicidal ideations
were you here for entertainment?
protip 1: i'm not your wind-up doll, asshole
protip 2: not all of us break the same way you did
[That's the last response Beckett will receive. This conversation isn't going anywhere, and House isn't particularly interested in discussing precisely how he's broken. Beckett doesn't know him well enough to know that while he's always been suicidal, House has never actively tried to follow through. He's done stupid crap that might kill him. But never things he knows for certain will.
One life, one chance. That's how it's supposed to be. He's already explained that death is what gives life meaning. He's broken, and he's not repeating himself there.]