[Kit could hardly believe his ears. Had Vincent just paid him an actual compliment?
There was no other explanation, for the other teen's insults thus far hadn't exactly been subtle.
But there was more to those words than recognition of his acuity, Kit thought. Vincent was telling him that the window between them was visible from both sides; if Vincent was transparent to Kit, then Kit was also transparent to Vincent. In a way, and perhaps because he expected it, having already acknowledged the other boy's cleverness, Kit found the whole exchange to be a relief.
It was better to have such things out in the open and it allowed something softer to return to his expression at last.]
I suppose you're right, but I wonder...why would you perform at all if what you're playing isn't personal in some way? I think would be a lot like standing on a stage and giving someone else's speech: ultimately devoid of all meaning and unsatisfying. And certainly not a way to make one's mark on the industry.
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There was no other explanation, for the other teen's insults thus far hadn't exactly been subtle.
But there was more to those words than recognition of his acuity, Kit thought. Vincent was telling him that the window between them was visible from both sides; if Vincent was transparent to Kit, then Kit was also transparent to Vincent. In a way, and perhaps because he expected it, having already acknowledged the other boy's cleverness, Kit found the whole exchange to be a relief.
It was better to have such things out in the open and it allowed something softer to return to his expression at last.]
I suppose you're right, but I wonder...why would you perform at all if what you're playing isn't personal in some way? I think would be a lot like standing on a stage and giving someone else's speech: ultimately devoid of all meaning and unsatisfying. And certainly not a way to make one's mark on the industry.