[ It's difficult to know quite how to answer that question-- or rather, answer in the way Major Cho likely wants him to. Irving genuinely does believe it's possible for groups who might normally be opposed, adversarial even, to come together toward some greater purpose as long as they're all trapped here. Stuck in the same boat, as it were.
Irving also knows that's a notion much easier said or thought than done, that not even the men of Terror and Erebus could seem to manage pulling themselves together despite all being a part of the same expedition party, but-- well, that was then, and this is now.
Though even this seems still too "big picture" for right now, right this very moment. ]
Back on the train, you asked me-- [ He hesitates; clears his throat. ] You asked about the quota, sir. I thought we might start with that.
[ Irving also finds himself feeling surprisingly... decisive, earnest, not second-guessing his words at all. Not because he's any more comfortable with the entire notion of "quota" -- or anything else Duplicity has imposed upon him in even the very short amount of time he's been here -- than he'd been when he'd first arrived, but--
Because under the circumstances, offering himself to those who require the help does, ironically, feel like the more Christian thing to do:
"Instead of each person watching out for their own good, watch out for what is better for others." Philippians 2:4.
(Or is it just that this city has already addled his brain so severely that such a thought could even cross his mind?)
He looks at Cheol-gang, sweating at the forehead and palms while he waits, braced, for any sign of acknowledgement, good or bad. ]
I-if... you'd like, that is. If it would be helpful.
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Irving also knows that's a notion much easier said or thought than done, that not even the men of Terror and Erebus could seem to manage pulling themselves together despite all being a part of the same expedition party, but-- well, that was then, and this is now.
Though even this seems still too "big picture" for right now, right this very moment. ]
Back on the train, you asked me-- [ He hesitates; clears his throat. ] You asked about the quota, sir. I thought we might start with that.
[ Irving also finds himself feeling surprisingly... decisive, earnest, not second-guessing his words at all. Not because he's any more comfortable with the entire notion of "quota" -- or anything else Duplicity has imposed upon him in even the very short amount of time he's been here -- than he'd been when he'd first arrived, but--
Because under the circumstances, offering himself to those who require the help does, ironically, feel like the more Christian thing to do:
"Instead of each person watching out for their own good, watch out for what is better for others." Philippians 2:4.
(Or is it just that this city has already addled his brain so severely that such a thought could even cross his mind?)
He looks at Cheol-gang, sweating at the forehead and palms while he waits, braced, for any sign of acknowledgement, good or bad. ]
I-if... you'd like, that is. If it would be helpful.