10-01-2013, 04:29 PM
Claire missed Tony's quizzical look being so focused on Jensen's every reaction to her toying. She'd never really found manipulation of people to be so entertaining before. It did seem rather harsh, but then again, she'd never found herself the sole insight into an immense truth enshrouding a trio of randomly encountered people before.
Poor Jensen. She did feel a smidge of sympathy for the man. Blinking, and thinking back, Claire pictured the flashes of rewards put forth by his family and friends seeking whereabouts after his disappearance. Didn't he have kids too? Just up and abandoned them? He had. The epiphany was so gut-wrenching, Claire frowned. Her father split when she was in kindergarten.
It was probably a good thing Jensen didn't look her in the eye again. She would have skewered him clean through the skull with her glare alone. If he weren't so self-punishing, she'd think it necessary to find a way to make sure he really regretted making his kids suffer like that.
She plopped her bag on a table and rummaged around for her wallet with half a mind to --
No. She'd spent her entire adult and semi-adult life studying philosophy and destiny, searching for meaning and deciding what was truth. Most religions were bullshit, but something she did come to appreciate with how infinitesimally tiny a single human's life really was in the great cosmos of all events in eternity. One person could cast a ripple that reached far, but those ripples eventually faded beyond convolution. Claire was not the person to mark out the individual steps of another's life. She was nearly overwhelmed simply pondering such a responsibility.
She was not a guidance counselor to mark the road of life. She would cross her arms - in fact, she actually did just that - and let others wallow in their own fate.
It didn't mean she was without curiosity though.
Jensen was half the tale too. Who was this second man? Tony? To encounter a stranger in the morning and go home with him an hour later? Knowing the good preacher, Claire had a cynical mindset to imagine their motives, but she did not think sex was the case here. Tony had smiled at her with near... fascination, before. So what else was it?
She smirked and waved when the two departed.
The bartender earned her glare long enough to decide she was not interested in applying for the open position anyway.
After she guessed it had been long enough, she emerged once more in the early morning light, and followed the two from a safe distance.
Poor Jensen. She did feel a smidge of sympathy for the man. Blinking, and thinking back, Claire pictured the flashes of rewards put forth by his family and friends seeking whereabouts after his disappearance. Didn't he have kids too? Just up and abandoned them? He had. The epiphany was so gut-wrenching, Claire frowned. Her father split when she was in kindergarten.
It was probably a good thing Jensen didn't look her in the eye again. She would have skewered him clean through the skull with her glare alone. If he weren't so self-punishing, she'd think it necessary to find a way to make sure he really regretted making his kids suffer like that.
She plopped her bag on a table and rummaged around for her wallet with half a mind to --
No. She'd spent her entire adult and semi-adult life studying philosophy and destiny, searching for meaning and deciding what was truth. Most religions were bullshit, but something she did come to appreciate with how infinitesimally tiny a single human's life really was in the great cosmos of all events in eternity. One person could cast a ripple that reached far, but those ripples eventually faded beyond convolution. Claire was not the person to mark out the individual steps of another's life. She was nearly overwhelmed simply pondering such a responsibility.
She was not a guidance counselor to mark the road of life. She would cross her arms - in fact, she actually did just that - and let others wallow in their own fate.
It didn't mean she was without curiosity though.
Jensen was half the tale too. Who was this second man? Tony? To encounter a stranger in the morning and go home with him an hour later? Knowing the good preacher, Claire had a cynical mindset to imagine their motives, but she did not think sex was the case here. Tony had smiled at her with near... fascination, before. So what else was it?
She smirked and waved when the two departed.
The bartender earned her glare long enough to decide she was not interested in applying for the open position anyway.
After she guessed it had been long enough, she emerged once more in the early morning light, and followed the two from a safe distance.