She draws back and up, her body as tight as a wire as she feels the moment leave them, feels him give up--and she didn't mean his picture. She meant....meant something. Something different. The sound of her huffy sigh is lost when Terezi speaks and she watches the fingertips trace over their pictures. Her hands curl against her legs and she shakes her head.
"I didn't mean his picture--I meant--Things don't have to mean something more to be beautiful. His pictures, they're fine, beautiful, surely, but we both know this isn't about our pictures in the end. We both have passion in the way we draw and paint.
We just see the world in different ways. And our drawings make that obvious. You see the fear in the world and see it as being--I don't know, created or based in something bigger and that's what makes it beautiful to you? But I see it as full of life and things and I just don't need the extra things to make it beautiful. I'm not even sure I could feel the things you feel--it's part of being a blood that has powers."
She reaches over and taps Psiionic, on his heart of gold, "I could never understand his powers and how he sees the world but we accepted we'd never see things the same way. I just don't see why you keep trying to force the way you see things onto me--it's not like how I see all blood equal because that's a philosophy, yours is a fundamental state of being, your powers are a part of you and I can never really understand them. Of course it's both, because we can both see the things at a fundamental level the same way, we're both looking at the same world. We just perceive it in different ways."
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"I didn't mean his picture--I meant--Things don't have to mean something more to be beautiful. His pictures, they're fine, beautiful, surely, but we both know this isn't about our pictures in the end. We both have passion in the way we draw and paint.
We just see the world in different ways. And our drawings make that obvious. You see the fear in the world and see it as being--I don't know, created or based in something bigger and that's what makes it beautiful to you? But I see it as full of life and things and I just don't need the extra things to make it beautiful. I'm not even sure I could feel the things you feel--it's part of being a blood that has powers."
She reaches over and taps Psiionic, on his heart of gold, "I could never understand his powers and how he sees the world but we accepted we'd never see things the same way. I just don't see why you keep trying to force the way you see things onto me--it's not like how I see all blood equal because that's a philosophy, yours is a fundamental state of being, your powers are a part of you and I can never really understand them. Of course it's both, because we can both see the things at a fundamental level the same way, we're both looking at the same world. We just perceive it in different ways."