[It's been such a while since Dixon's made almost anyone smile that it kind of catches him off-guard. He doesn't know when things got so serious in life. Once upon a time - probably when he was about the age Revan was in the Enclave - he had this sort of idea that being a cop would mean getting kittens down from trees and returning purses to robbery victims in the street. That being an adult meant freedom and the ability to choose your own life and go wherever you wanted.
It involved a lot more happiness than the world has now. He doesn't know why he had those ideas, nor does he remember when exactly they disappeared.]
Well your childhood probably didn't help. [He rubs the back of his neck in an unconscious mimicry.
He didn't really think about the fact that other people might have things to return to. He doesn't. He was up and ditching everything to go on a roadtrip that was likely to end with him in prison or dead, and he was satisfied with that. No one's hanging on his return like they are hers.]
It's not your fault you're stuck here, unless you know something I don't.
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It involved a lot more happiness than the world has now. He doesn't know why he had those ideas, nor does he remember when exactly they disappeared.]
Well your childhood probably didn't help. [He rubs the back of his neck in an unconscious mimicry.
He didn't really think about the fact that other people might have things to return to. He doesn't. He was up and ditching everything to go on a roadtrip that was likely to end with him in prison or dead, and he was satisfied with that. No one's hanging on his return like they are hers.]
It's not your fault you're stuck here, unless you know something I don't.