Roadie 🪶Jack “Oho, careful now. Already had tons a’ people yelling at me for… disgracing poor strangers’ emotions, or whatever this is.”
“Is that so? I suppose in a sense that’s true. Hahah, forgive me. I’ve always been the curious sort. I just… love looking, you know?”
He puts the letter’s he was eyeing up back, but he doesn’t seem all too repentant or torn up about it. In his mind, he hasn’t really done anything wrong. Besides, whoever Sarah Green is, she doesn’t know Dexter. So looking at her son’s college letters was fiiiiine.
“Ah! Mostly letters to relatives, though, I do find some bills occasionally, funnily enough. I shudder to think that the long arm of federal revenue agencies extend all the way to out here.”
He says this playfully, matching Jack’s affable tone.
Roadie 🪶Jack “I was just one a’ those changeling kids found in the woods—you know how it goes.”
“Ahah!” Dexter laughs. “You don’t say?” Obviously a joke. Probably. But still, Dexter found Jack’s temperament… amusing. “I was a forest child as a kid too, I suppose! Well, I grew up way up north, so I suppose tundra is more accurate. Had to be driven out to the forest for camping trips. But I loved it when I was there. Nothing like walking amongst the trees with nothing but your thoughts. If it was feasible, honestly, I’d have one of those off-the-grid lifestyles.”
He looks lost in a memory, for a moment. But shakes himself back. “Mm. Probably not. That mechanical cat clearly wants us to, but I don’t think thats for me.” He shakes his head. “I do worry, though. I seldom enjoy saying it, but violence is in our nature, especially in the face of crisis.”
“A majority of violence in nature is zero-sum. Its done to further one’s own survival. Whether it be to get a mate, get lunch, or even get out of a pickle alive. If someone gets desperate enough… mm. I don’t want to think about that right now.”
He shakes his head. “Maybe I should have gone off-the-grid sooner…”
