PC WITH ANAXAGORAS

[robopriest]

i love how this meme doesn't make sense but its funny to Me

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[robopriest]

That's me. The driven musclehead. I did end up with my foster father because of my skills in fighting when I was a boy, you know. So it's not THAT much of a stretch...

[He laughs a little. His upbringing wasn't the most usual thing in the world, but he ended up where he belonged.]

[...He remembers Anaxagoras mentioning losing everything, too. He knows this isn't the time. Maybe later. It's nice to knock back alcohol and laugh a little, with someone who understands him so well. A mirror, yet not.]

[The mental image makes him chuckle a little - his eye creases, softly amused.]

You're speaking my musclehead language. I'd beat up the facts if it means getting out of here sooner. It would be easy. But I guess we have to rely on smart cookies like you.

[anaxagoreia]

[ Oh, now this surprises him little. Although, when he mentions "foster" father, he thinks of his own - Empedocles, to be exact. ]

Ah, as expected - it is far more fitting than I could have fathomed. Another point to genius...cultivated initially with help from my own guardian.

[ Anaxagoras allows himself that, even if he doesn't tend to like to brag much. Perhaps it helps that as they're enjoying their drinks mutually, he is very much reminded of their respective backgrounds. Where their paths lead them even in the wake of loss, as even his mind is more focused on the lighter aspects in the shadows of their uncertain situation.

He'll even let out a little light laugh, thinking about "I'd beat up the facts", his own gaze a bit soft. Is it also because of the compliment? 'Smart cookie'... ]

As such, I'll accept your compliment. After all, not only are we in agreement and speaking the very same language - it is wise to recognize our strengths. My own included.

...A pity I wouldn't be able to witness exactly the impossibility of what exactly an individual "beating up the facts" would look like. But, perhaps my imagination of you swinging your powerful fists around may suffice, hm?