[His jaw is set firm. He looks sad upon her. She is either going to reject that which he teaches now, or she's going to hurt for it. He pities, truly.]
There are good people, yes. And there are bad people. But it's not simply being on one side or the motherfuckin other. It ain't even simply staying on what side's being what, Terezi. It's this big motherfucking expanse, just a direction what to be going in, and every motherfucker's having at a different map as to where the borders lays. We get lost or we turn the fuck around in moments or we get direction, but sister, we don't... we don't boil the fuck down to a motherfucking moment.
[He reaches and he cups her face, holding her steady so as to look into her eyes, even as foolish as that has always been.] You can't condense me to a choice alone. Not if I really matter to you. [He brushes the bangs from her face and lets her go.]
I was never just bad. The Grand High has all the cares what mattered to me when you met me. And I ain't just good now. I am trying all the damn time to make sure I ain't fucking it up, and I still do, a lot. We, people, ain't things what to sort and quantify if the only options is being good or bad. You can't take what a person is and say as this is how all they'll only ever be. That's falsehoods.
[He shakes his head.]
If change isn't possible, then I never really got to changing at all. But do you think I am fooling you? After all this time, all this way? Or do you think the Grand High then is merely pretending his harm? That it's just... fake, somehow? I've changed so many times, my girl. I've been and become so many different things. And I've meant it. All of it. Paint to paint, good to bad. The only thing what I've always been is Kurloz Makara. That's the axis upon which I spin and everything else is variable.
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[His jaw is set firm. He looks sad upon her. She is either going to reject that which he teaches now, or she's going to hurt for it. He pities, truly.]
There are good people, yes. And there are bad people. But it's not simply being on one side or the motherfuckin other. It ain't even simply staying on what side's being what, Terezi. It's this big motherfucking expanse, just a direction what to be going in, and every motherfucker's having at a different map as to where the borders lays. We get lost or we turn the fuck around in moments or we get direction, but sister, we don't... we don't boil the fuck down to a motherfucking moment.
[He reaches and he cups her face, holding her steady so as to look into her eyes, even as foolish as that has always been.] You can't condense me to a choice alone. Not if I really matter to you. [He brushes the bangs from her face and lets her go.]
I was never just bad. The Grand High has all the cares what mattered to me when you met me. And I ain't just good now. I am trying all the damn time to make sure I ain't fucking it up, and I still do, a lot. We, people, ain't things what to sort and quantify if the only options is being good or bad. You can't take what a person is and say as this is how all they'll only ever be. That's falsehoods.
[He shakes his head.]
If change isn't possible, then I never really got to changing at all. But do you think I am fooling you? After all this time, all this way? Or do you think the Grand High then is merely pretending his harm? That it's just... fake, somehow? I've changed so many times, my girl. I've been and become so many different things. And I've meant it. All of it. Paint to paint, good to bad. The only thing what I've always been is Kurloz Makara. That's the axis upon which I spin and everything else is variable.