He's confused at first, frowning for it. It takes some listening.
He's never thought such things the opposite of violence. Art, music, beauty, faith. He'd delved in all of these things with passion. Violence was in everything, inseperable. Except motherfuckers what was born wrong or got broken. Or are just... different, and special, like Terezi, or Mituna.
It's not the art what's different. It's being able to sit with another motherfucker and reach the fuck out. It's thinking, on some level, that it's okay. It's listening to a motherfucker play and not think he fucking ought to take a knife to jugular. It's where Albert thinks as to make trolls seem better than they is, just to make him feel better, like he ain't hatched wrong inherent. Mirth, he remembers believing it the other way around, that kindess was wrong.
"MAYBE," He allows, with a soft laugh. There was Beforus afterall. He read Kurloz's book. He read how they was before it all began. They were different than what they became. "It's nice to think. GUESS AT YOU GOT A POINT."
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He's never thought such things the opposite of violence. Art, music, beauty, faith. He'd delved in all of these things with passion. Violence was in everything, inseperable. Except motherfuckers what was born wrong or got broken. Or are just... different, and special, like Terezi, or Mituna.
It's not the art what's different. It's being able to sit with another motherfucker and reach the fuck out. It's thinking, on some level, that it's okay. It's listening to a motherfucker play and not think he fucking ought to take a knife to jugular. It's where Albert thinks as to make trolls seem better than they is, just to make him feel better, like he ain't hatched wrong inherent. Mirth, he remembers believing it the other way around, that kindess was wrong.
"MAYBE," He allows, with a soft laugh. There was Beforus afterall. He read Kurloz's book. He read how they was before it all began. They were different than what they became. "It's nice to think. GUESS AT YOU GOT A POINT."