She stood from her seat and walked a few paces. With each step she leaned a bit, her face nearly brushing against his when she paused beside him. To anyone else in the room, it might have appeared seductive. To men with a certain personality, the words that she whispered into his ear may very well have been. To James it was a simple affirmation of things he already knew, but was fighting not to admit were true.
"I make unreasonable demands. This is how our world rotates. It is how we maintain gravity, and avoid floating off into space. I make unreasonable demands and you make it happen. You make it happen to avoid the consequences. You had better appease me or something is going to come apart. Knowing that it is probably me that will crumble does you no good at all, because when I come apart, it is no pretty sight. When walls and towers fall over, the people in the way get crushed. Get used to that idea."
Dear God, he wished it weren't true.
"I make unreasonable demands. This is how our world rotates. It is how we maintain gravity, and avoid floating off into space. I make unreasonable demands and you make it happen. You make it happen to avoid the consequences. You had better appease me or something is going to come apart. Knowing that it is probably me that will crumble does you no good at all, because when I come apart, it is no pretty sight. When walls and towers fall over, the people in the way get crushed. Get used to that idea."
Dear God, he wished it weren't true.
gadget:
that's a bummer.