[If given the chance, he'll do them here too. Pokey supposes that he doesn't....no. Pokey does know it. It's just a matter of time. Giegue isn't someone to sit still; neither is Pokey, when given the chance. But over time and over pain and the lessons that pain brought, Pokey supposed he'd learned something.
Perhaps he had learned something Giegue never had, or something Giegue couldn't understand, though that thought never really crosses Pokey's mind for too long.]
It...he just-look. You seem like a nice person, alright? And he's a bad person...alien...thing. But, even with that, just....
[His hand tightens into a little fist as he speaks. It's hard to imagine he's going to suggest this.]
Just don't stop being nice to him, alright? I mean don't accept it when he's bad or being a jerk but...
Sometimes the best way to reach people is to be nice to them.
[If there was anything Pokey had learned over the course of nearly three years in Mayfield, anything at all? It was that despite his hatred of the concept, disbelief in it, loathing of it, fear of it...
Love was real. And if anything could change a person, love and kindness could. Nothing, in a way, could really stand up against such a force and not be moved, perhaps sometimes for the worst but oftentimes for the better.
He supposes his last sentence was just his way of trying to say that.]
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[If given the chance, he'll do them here too. Pokey supposes that he doesn't....no. Pokey does know it. It's just a matter of time. Giegue isn't someone to sit still; neither is Pokey, when given the chance. But over time and over pain and the lessons that pain brought, Pokey supposed he'd learned something.
Perhaps he had learned something Giegue never had, or something Giegue couldn't understand, though that thought never really crosses Pokey's mind for too long.]
It...he just-look. You seem like a nice person, alright? And he's a bad person...alien...thing. But, even with that, just....
[His hand tightens into a little fist as he speaks. It's hard to imagine he's going to suggest this.]
Just don't stop being nice to him, alright? I mean don't accept it when he's bad or being a jerk but...
Sometimes the best way to reach people is to be nice to them.
[If there was anything Pokey had learned over the course of nearly three years in Mayfield, anything at all? It was that despite his hatred of the concept, disbelief in it, loathing of it, fear of it...
Love was real. And if anything could change a person, love and kindness could. Nothing, in a way, could really stand up against such a force and not be moved, perhaps sometimes for the worst but oftentimes for the better.
He supposes his last sentence was just his way of trying to say that.]