Backwater Blues

[Reeves]

Gulping down more of the blue fizzy drink while she spoke produced a clinging noise as the ice hit the glass in protest to his movements. If he was judging her for her appearance, then at the very least he was doing a good job of covering it up with a convincing facade. But this would imply a sense of rehearsal, and their discussion was too impromptu for that to be plausible. It also stood as testimony that his nature was inherently reclusive, choosing to speak only when spoken to and perfectly willing to ignore her being there otherwise.

"Things have changed, but the more they change the more they feel the same. I feel like we've made progress as a cause, but the nature of the struggle has never changed. The odds are still far from kind. The paradox of life, really." He wasn't naive enough to believe that he could change the world in its entirety, nor did he want to. It didn't seem like he had any grand ambitions at all beyond being a wrench, as simple as that was. His purpose was to be counterproductive to the purposes of those delusional enough to lull themselves into thinking they could control the way life worked. In Liberty's context, this means of control was wealth and luxury.

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