[ "I want to fly," huh. If anyone could will themselves into a bird, it's gonna be this kid.
Those compliments should ring hollow, but Bones could easily read his mind and check to see if Jim's bluffing. He doesn't, but he thinks about it, shooting Jim a sympathetic look. Somehow, he doesn't think Jim's heart will falter much when he's turned. The kid seems too damn stubborn, and things are going too damn well for him. Sure, he's not doing great on his Silver classes, but he can't be expected to be good at everything. ]
If you're lucky, it'll be your fear. Though Founders help us if you do, the castle might not survive the fallout.
[ There's a compliment hiding under that snide, judging remark. He's seen the way Jim tackles problems. Sure, the kid pretends he isn't paying attention, but nobody gets through this place like that. He's got talent. And if nothing else, he sure as hell doesn't know when to quit.
Honestly, Bones had expected him to bow out at the question. The fact he answers only cements Bones' begrudging respect for him. It's stupid as hell, he shouldn't encourage that, but. It's not so different a goal from Leonard's own, is it? Wanting to do better, wanting to better the world even if they're monsters...
It makes something in Bones' cold, dead heart ache. He can't help it, Bones leans in as Jim gets quiet, a sucker for a secret despite it all. Those dreams of his are almost something familiar; like the way Jim speaks, he's carrying all the hope and goodness Bones wishes the world were full of, but he knows better. Should know better. Damn.
Bones has to look away, though he pulls out a flask from his jacket and holds it up to the moon in a toast. ]
That's gotta be the craziest thing I've ever heard... but shit, I'll drink to that, kid.
[ He takes a sip and holds it out for Jim; an offering. Considering he called his own goals corny, "crazy" is definitely a compliment. Just. Don't mention it and take the flask, okay. It's just got booze in it, he's not even carrying bloodwine with him. ]
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Those compliments should ring hollow, but Bones could easily read his mind and check to see if Jim's bluffing. He doesn't, but he thinks about it, shooting Jim a sympathetic look. Somehow, he doesn't think Jim's heart will falter much when he's turned. The kid seems too damn stubborn, and things are going too damn well for him. Sure, he's not doing great on his Silver classes, but he can't be expected to be good at everything. ]
If you're lucky, it'll be your fear. Though Founders help us if you do, the castle might not survive the fallout.
[ There's a compliment hiding under that snide, judging remark. He's seen the way Jim tackles problems. Sure, the kid pretends he isn't paying attention, but nobody gets through this place like that. He's got talent. And if nothing else, he sure as hell doesn't know when to quit.
Honestly, Bones had expected him to bow out at the question. The fact he answers only cements Bones' begrudging respect for him. It's stupid as hell, he shouldn't encourage that, but. It's not so different a goal from Leonard's own, is it? Wanting to do better, wanting to better the world even if they're monsters...
It makes something in Bones' cold, dead heart ache. He can't help it, Bones leans in as Jim gets quiet, a sucker for a secret despite it all. Those dreams of his are almost something familiar; like the way Jim speaks, he's carrying all the hope and goodness Bones wishes the world were full of, but he knows better. Should know better. Damn.
Bones has to look away, though he pulls out a flask from his jacket and holds it up to the moon in a toast. ]
That's gotta be the craziest thing I've ever heard... but shit, I'll drink to that, kid.
[ He takes a sip and holds it out for Jim; an offering. Considering he called his own goals corny, "crazy" is definitely a compliment. Just. Don't mention it and take the flask, okay. It's just got booze in it, he's not even carrying bloodwine with him. ]