You mistake my meaning. I am a reasonable, proud, practical creature, yes. [He snorts, a thin smile alighting his face.] Or I can often be. But it is not logic which impels me, I will grant you that; it is merely the tack and bridle for what we accomplish. Do not deny it is useful to harness our baser impulses, and that insurgent boy must be fought with his own tactics turned 'round. Brute force and passion alone is not enough to fell him.
[Javert's chatter picks up to a clip, his murmuring belying a great excitement -- or a great agitation. Yes, he had understood Bakura's heart as a soft feeling, tenderness, love. He laughed because of the apparent contradiction, because of how predictable Monsters can be, insisting on one thing and acting on another; that Bakura would bellow about love while tearing his skull asunder.
Cast in this new light, courtesy of Ring-Spirit, he looks upon it with fresh eyes, and gains a new understanding.]
But from Monsters, it is too much to expect that for us all. So I step in to redirect and to manage; I ask only that you are open to suggested projects, and to inform me personally of your operations, so we can assemble a grander picture when we place our work side by side. I want Bakura's ire, his brutality, his violence directed where it counts. Yours, too, for that matter. That is why I come to you now with this proposition. I see no incompatibility with using logic for steering the strategy, and the heart [Javert sneers, his dislike for the term evident,] for our decisive action.
Had Bakura approached me under different circumstances, as you are now, I would agree. So his heart impels him to hate me, very well. If he can manage that hatred, use it to our advantage, and redirect it to useful projects, that would be helpful, indeed.
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Date: 2023-09-21 12:04 pm (UTC)[Javert's chatter picks up to a clip, his murmuring belying a great excitement -- or a great agitation. Yes, he had understood Bakura's heart as a soft feeling, tenderness, love. He laughed because of the apparent contradiction, because of how predictable Monsters can be, insisting on one thing and acting on another; that Bakura would bellow about love while tearing his skull asunder.
Cast in this new light, courtesy of Ring-Spirit, he looks upon it with fresh eyes, and gains a new understanding.]
But from Monsters, it is too much to expect that for us all. So I step in to redirect and to manage; I ask only that you are open to suggested projects, and to inform me personally of your operations, so we can assemble a grander picture when we place our work side by side. I want Bakura's ire, his brutality, his violence directed where it counts. Yours, too, for that matter. That is why I come to you now with this proposition. I see no incompatibility with using logic for steering the strategy, and the heart [Javert sneers, his dislike for the term evident,] for our decisive action.
Had Bakura approached me under different circumstances, as you are now, I would agree. So his heart impels him to hate me, very well. If he can manage that hatred, use it to our advantage, and redirect it to useful projects, that would be helpful, indeed.