[ That was probably a mistake. Ephemera regards his empty glass for a moment, wondering if this is the moment where it devolves. Where they go at each other for real. He wonders if that would be better.
It'd be simpler, anyway. But that's always been his problem. Trying to simplify everything into black and white. Pushing for a fight when they could just--exist. Rodriguez was like that too, he remembers. Always pushing, digging for a pain-point and then crowing when he found it. When he could goad an enemy into taking a swing at him so there'd be an excuse to retaliate. How many times had Ephemera dragged his brother out of a fight that Rodriguez couldn't possibly win, but still refused to back down from?
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It'd be simpler, anyway. But that's always been his problem. Trying to simplify everything into black and white. Pushing for a fight when they could just--exist. Rodriguez was like that too, he remembers. Always pushing, digging for a pain-point and then crowing when he found it. When he could goad an enemy into taking a swing at him so there'd be an excuse to retaliate. How many times had Ephemera dragged his brother out of a fight that Rodriguez couldn't possibly win, but still refused to back down from?
Too many. But his brother is still dead.
He twitches. Lets it go. ]
Sorry. I'm not trying to be an asshole.