I had two sausages for breakfast.
I might have four sausages in the evening, I haven’t quite decided yet.
Can you put all of them at the same time in your mouth?
I can yes.
But will I ?
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I mean, given the IGS is what it is, some people might assert that fitting four sausages in your mouth is why the Federation must be destroyed, for example, despite the fact that neither I nor the sausages are Gallentean.
There’s so many terrible jokes I could make about sausages but I must resist.
It’s for the greater good.
Maybe, Else, but with all the strong reactions it’s gotten increasingly hard to care. Increasingly it feels like there’s nothing to say.
I don’t … care, anymore, very much, what you and yours think of me. I don’t like that feeling-- it’s like I’m armoring myself in something effective but filthy. But every time I try to creep out from under it, there’s someone trying to cut me up.
It was never reasonable of me to hope you wouldn’t despise me, but that poison flows both ways. I don’t want to hate people, but it’s grown … so hard, not to.
I’m sick of it. So maybe I’ll accept that thick, dirty hide as my due and let my lasers do the talking from now on. Let my capacitors do the whining, let my weapons provide my critique of your politics.
Thanks to your friends in U’K, the directrix has let me off my tether.
In silence, I wonder what we might learn from each other. Maybe words have just been getting in the way all this time.
I’m smiling already.
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Be honest: you never did. Our very earliest communications include statements very much like that one.
Theatrical, Jenneth, but completely beside my point.
It was you who complained about the reaction. I suggested you think about it. Now you are basically saying nah, cannot be bothered to. Which is fine, but if you do not want the answers, why do you ask?
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Accurate, a little. It was a different kind of uncaring, though: mist and dreams. I wanted to learn, but I rejected your judgment. I liked you as a person, but didn’t submit myself for your approval. I didn’t need it. I just wanted to talk-- a trade, not a trial or a battle.
Now … now I don’t know that I was ever going to learn what I wanted by talking. My uncaring is more like armor, now. I don’t just evade your judgment; I reject it. And its largely you, personally, I have to thank for this, Arrendis. You toughened me up. You even boasted about it. Well done.
… only, I never asked you to do me such a favor.
Now I can repay you for your kindness. The joy I take in that will probably fade in time. But for now? … you’re not available yourself, so I’ll just continue the conversation with your kin.
Maybe I’ll learn more this way.
Cut the crap Jenneth. This what you wanted to do from the beginning. At least now you are being honest.
Edit: and let me pre-empt your pseudo-intellectual bull-shite come back along the lines of “its not, really, but i don’t care what you think any more.”
All of your interactions have been either antagonistic, mocking, or just plain rude. You pose these inane questions, claiming you wish to ‘learn’ and to ‘understand’, but then reject the lesson you are given. You are just as empty now as you have ever been, nothing more than a puppet for you Amarrian masters.
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You mean you don’t know that you were ever going to hear what you wanted to hear. It’s funny, the way you only ‘learn’ things that fit into your preconceptions.
As for your thinly-veiled threats… I’m always available, Aria. You just never come and knock on my door.
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I’ll let you know how it tasted after we win the war.
You should know better than all this grandstanding and crowing Newelle. We’ll take Flos back soon enough.
Some person, you mean?
Like it isn’t what everyone actually wants to ■■■■■■■ hear.
This better make it into the flagship thread. 
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I have something else to post in that, actually.
My combat ships have an average lifespan of about 15 seconds, so I’m usually not too attached to specific ones (though I may love specific designs). But I’ve got a non-combat ship that I’m sort of attached to at the moment.
Oh, it’s not you personally I’m a threat to, Arrendis. My feelings about you are as ambivalent as ever. Sometimes I’m filled with admiration; sometimes I want to nail your tongue to a plaque and hang it on my wall. (But I doubt I’d walk safely out again if I turned up looking to collect, and if I did it would be by your your sufferance, reflecting a self-destructive streak I’d feel terrible about taking advantage of.)
(Also, then I’d be a tongue collector. Yech.)
Sometimes I wonder how you’d react if I approached our exchanges the way you do: if I couldn’t talk with you about anything substantial without bringing up-- without hammering-- your perceived shortcomings. But I don’t admire you quite that much. You don’t seem to understand that cruelty’s not a neutral trait.
You don’t mind being cruel. I do, so I won’t be following your example. I’m not even sure I’m done talking to you in particular, though maybe I should be. I’m not at all sure it’s good for me.
I’ve warned you, over and over, that everything is personal for me. Maybe it is for everyone. … I’ve tried to resist making the point too sharply, but it seems you’ve decided your only hope for long-term victory over the Empire is to burn the world. I actually like this awful world, and more importantly I don’t think you have anything better to realistically replace it with, so I’ll oppose you.
So like I say, it’s not you, personally, I’m a threat to. But I think maybe your dream needs to be crushed, and I don’t see a lot of use in discussing it anymore.
See you around.
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I mean, I could send you a few. Clone bays, you know?
So, a few tips.
First: Your errors are not shortcomings. They’re mistakes, nothing more. Everyone makes them. No-one should take it personally when they’re pointed out.
Second: If you don’t want your errors and missteps pointed out, don’t make everything about how your perspective is the only right one.
I don’t mind being blunt. I promise, Aria, you haven’t seen me be cruel. If I thought—as some others have already suggested to me—that your statement about continuing the conversation with my kin was actually a threat against my Clan, against my baseliner family…
Happily, I’m choosing to believe you mean it as a declaration that you’re going to participate in LUMEN’s defense of the Ardi territories. Maybe you’ll be engaging other Matari capsuleers.
But you know, when you say things like ‘It’s not you personally’ right after ‘you’re not available yourself’ and while saying ‘everything is personal for me’… this sort of thing tends to make me not believe you.
But you go ahead. Crush my dream. I’d be an impressive feat, since you don’t seem to have the first clue what it is.
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“See you around”
“I’m done talking with you”
“I’ve spent enough energy replying”
“That’s enough of that”
How many times have you, dear IGS reader, heard that from people who then replied to that same person within the week, day, or hour
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