Malcolm curls up close to him, still mostly facing him, his hands on Will’s leg, one hand absently squeezing the other.
He frowns at the information about Alana, but Will squeezes his shoulder in that electrifying way that grounds him like a lightning rod.
“It does. That’s it. They’re seen as Moral and Good, so when they pass judgement…” He trails off and then lifts his head to look at Will, eyes slightly unfocused in thought coming to sharp focus on Will’s face. “We’re shades of grey people,” he realizes. “That’s why what they say can be… technically correct in a way, but doesn’t feel like the truth. They don’t see a gradient like we do, so everything has to be just black or just white.” He pauses again. “Well, now I feel kind of sad for them and the tiny little arbitrary boxes they live in,” he muses.
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He frowns at the information about Alana, but Will squeezes his shoulder in that electrifying way that grounds him like a lightning rod.
“It does. That’s it. They’re seen as Moral and Good, so when they pass judgement…” He trails off and then lifts his head to look at Will, eyes slightly unfocused in thought coming to sharp focus on Will’s face. “We’re shades of grey people,” he realizes. “That’s why what they say can be… technically correct in a way, but doesn’t feel like the truth. They don’t see a gradient like we do, so everything has to be just black or just white.” He pauses again. “Well, now I feel kind of sad for them and the tiny little arbitrary boxes they live in,” he muses.