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broughtwhiskey) wrote2014-11-25 09:49 am
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[Disoriented is a word for what Philip feels upon waking on the Barge. There's a dull throb of pain in his chest and his head, things he know he should be dead from, and his shirt is still slick with blood. He also recognizes the room he wakes up in with everything where it should be, but he knows it should burned out. The view outside the windows, however, aren't looking out into the streets of Woodbury, but an infinite void. He isn't sure if this is what death is supposed to be like, but he has a feeling it's not because it feels very much alive.]
[He's willing to stay as long as it takes to change and clean the blood off his face, but no longer than that. He doesn't feel particularly keen on lingering in a room with this many reminders right now. Already he's trying hard to not think of what just happened, the large amount of nothing he just left behind once more. He looks for any of his weapons before leaving to find them gone. So perhaps not everything is in its place. But no matter. He can improvise if the situation calls for it.]
[Stepping outside into the hall, he still doesn't know what to make of any of this. but if there's one thing he knows, it's that he needs to get his bearings and so he sets off to learn the layout of wherever the hell he's ended up.]
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[Later, after he's had the chance to explore and numerous explanations and perspectives on what this place is, he only has one question:]
How many of you are here?
[Disoriented is a word for what Philip feels upon waking on the Barge. There's a dull throb of pain in his chest and his head, things he know he should be dead from, and his shirt is still slick with blood. He also recognizes the room he wakes up in with everything where it should be, but he knows it should burned out. The view outside the windows, however, aren't looking out into the streets of Woodbury, but an infinite void. He isn't sure if this is what death is supposed to be like, but he has a feeling it's not because it feels very much alive.]
[He's willing to stay as long as it takes to change and clean the blood off his face, but no longer than that. He doesn't feel particularly keen on lingering in a room with this many reminders right now. Already he's trying hard to not think of what just happened, the large amount of nothing he just left behind once more. He looks for any of his weapons before leaving to find them gone. So perhaps not everything is in its place. But no matter. He can improvise if the situation calls for it.]
[Stepping outside into the hall, he still doesn't know what to make of any of this. but if there's one thing he knows, it's that he needs to get his bearings and so he sets off to learn the layout of wherever the hell he's ended up.]
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[Later, after he's had the chance to explore and numerous explanations and perspectives on what this place is, he only has one question:]
How many of you are here?
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He waves his hand a little in a vague gesture.] They also imply unneeded division between people. We are all the same, only some are further along on our paths. It is no reason to call ourselves something different.
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[Philip finds that to be an inherently naive thought. People are not the same. They've never been the same, not even before. The strong have always sat on top and those too weak to hold onto power have stayed at the bottom. Divisions have been necessary for society to function. But debating with an idealist never goes anywhere and only generates unnecessary frustration. Let him live with his head in the clouds. The eventual consequences will be for Connor to bear.]
Well then, I'm glad you see it that way, [Philip says with a smile.]
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Yes. Feelings of superiority will get you nowhere on the Barge. [He might be getting a little haughty now. Just a little. He doesn't want this dude to think he's better than him or something, just because Connor isn't fully jaded.]
Atoning for one's missteps is crucial to leaving her. Humility may often be a part of that.
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[Which is not a group of people Philip can necessarily categorize himself as right now. Even if Philip had survived his final assault on the prison or if Rick had done as he asked and surrendered it peacefully, he had lost everything all over again. It was too late and he failed Meghan like he failed Penny. This isn't the oblivion he was hoping for and he still has to carry those losses, but it doesn't make any difference to him whether he feels it here or elsewhere.]
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The Barge is meant to be a temporary stop along our paths. I do not know what you believe in, but I do not think she is meant to be the final destination for any of us.
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[He is not bristling at this, however. It's more a simple statement of fact.]