video: un: littlealbatross

[soulmakingsound]

[She's in the library, her communicator propped against a book to keep it upright. Surrounding her are stacks of other books and dozens of pages with scribbled notes and equations.

She speaks frantically while she works, pen flying over paper. Trying to make sense of -- anything.]

They say it's coming and can't be stopped. What I saw in the Observation Room corroborates. The stars are being devoured. I feel it. Breathing on the back of my neck. Its fingers in my hair.

But if there was a way to avoid it before, it can be avoided again. The nebulous ominous it.

I need more time.

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[soulmakingsound]

Oh, the artist. Hello.

Is it really so inevitable? Maybe it is. Or maybe we haven't found the right angle to look at it, yet.

[winecasks]

Do not speak to me of angles. I loathe Thales of Miletus and wish never to meet him.

[ He's miserable and you don't have to drag math into it and make him more miserable!!! Even though he's the one who made it about math. ]

Yes, it is inevitable. As inevitable as me finishing yet another bottle on my own.

[soulmakingsound]

If we don't try, we've failed already.

All of old. Nothing else ever. Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.

[winecasks]

That will work out fine for me. I'm excellent at failure.

[soulmakingsound]

[She frowns deeply and taps her pencil against her notebook. How can one person be so cynical? So apathetic?]

I don't enjoy failure. I never have. And this is a matter of importance.

[winecasks]

[ It's easy. You start by being Grantaire...

And everything else just falls into place.

He sighs and reaches for a bottle, only to find that he's emptied all of them. ]

Distressing. Everything is distressing. If it's not an empty bottle I'm faced with, it's the end of the world. Let it end, I say, and I will be content with one last failure.

[soulmakingsound]

You're distressing.

That isn't me. I can't go out knowing I didn't try. Even if I don't care about myself, there are others I would like to see live.

[winecasks]

A fair statement. I am distressed.

[ And depressed. He'll find some motivation later, maybe. ]

I will wish you good fortune then, mademoiselle, and if you should fail, at least you will have tried.