text; un: beatrix [1]

[fiendennor]

Do you believe in magic?
If so, what do you know about it?

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[fiendennor]

You don't have much faith in your own ability, do you. [Not spoken as a question.]

[winecasks]

[ Not really. He's a bit self-loathing. ]

I believe in few things, and I prefer to place what little faith I have in other things.

[fiendennor]

What, other than this mystery person, do you place your faith in?

[winecasks]

[ He’s silent for a long moment, genuinely considering his answer before he responds. His answer is honest, and far shorter than most things he normally has to say, but spoken without a single hint of doubt. ]

Nothing and no one.

[fiendennor]

So instead of "few things" and "little faith," you should have said "no things" and "no faith," then.

That's a sorry way to live.

[winecasks]

You judge me harshly.

[ But not incorrectly by any means. ]

I’m a brute, often incapable of eloquent language. [ Wow. ] But does my faith in one person not act as a reprieve from “no things”?

[fiendennor]

Is "one" scarcely so different than "none"?

[winecasks]

In most cases, it hardly makes the difference at all. But in this? Yes. It is as different as day and night.

[fiendennor]

I suppose the difference between "mostly cynical" and "completely cynical" is worth distinguishing, yes. What about this one individual makes them so unique?