The conversation had been going to well. Terezi was nearly ecstatic with the way that they had been talking. It really felt like maybe she had found something they could both understand. Some way that they could communicate where everything else had failed.
But then the conversation catches a snag. She can feel tempers escalating, the whole thing unraveling in front of her.
"Why can't it be both things?" she cuts in, after being silent for so long. She wonders if either of them had forgotten that she was still there, overseeing this discussion. She's not sure that she knows where she's going with this--just that she doesn't want them to draw lines in the sand again.
"Sometimes... A picture is good enough as is, and you have to respect the feelings that are already there. Whoever or whatever made that picture, whatever person or group of people or things... They had a reason for what they did and a feeling behind it. That kind of thing deserves respect."
Terezi reaches out to trace Meulin's silhouetted figures with one hand, moving across the city to touch the murky water and sky of Fraysong's drawing. They're both gorgeous in their own right. She honestly believes that. But the images over top add another level of beauty, and she touches them next as she continues:
"But there isn't anything wrong with wanting to make it better, too. Or wanting to add your mark to it, to put your feelings into it for others to experience, to show that there's something more. If we were all content to leave things the way they were, nothing would ever change or grow. The world would be stagnant without that kind of passion. Wouldn't it?"
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But then the conversation catches a snag. She can feel tempers escalating, the whole thing unraveling in front of her.
"Why can't it be both things?" she cuts in, after being silent for so long. She wonders if either of them had forgotten that she was still there, overseeing this discussion. She's not sure that she knows where she's going with this--just that she doesn't want them to draw lines in the sand again.
"Sometimes... A picture is good enough as is, and you have to respect the feelings that are already there. Whoever or whatever made that picture, whatever person or group of people or things... They had a reason for what they did and a feeling behind it. That kind of thing deserves respect."
Terezi reaches out to trace Meulin's silhouetted figures with one hand, moving across the city to touch the murky water and sky of Fraysong's drawing. They're both gorgeous in their own right. She honestly believes that. But the images over top add another level of beauty, and she touches them next as she continues:
"But there isn't anything wrong with wanting to make it better, too. Or wanting to add your mark to it, to put your feelings into it for others to experience, to show that there's something more. If we were all content to leave things the way they were, nothing would ever change or grow. The world would be stagnant without that kind of passion. Wouldn't it?"