( the kickback is expected. not that it's ever any easier to watch, and it even has Ben glancing down, seemingly to avoid gawking as Robbie responds. it's not that Ben is a sentimental sort of person, or even a spiritual one. the phrases 'fate' and 'destiny' could give him hives, honestly. it's not that he believes in a man in the sky sitting in a cloud kingdom, rather — Ben has more often found more power in the people he deals with than the confounding entities that target them. in the end, it's all a game of leverage. )
I'd say if you're standing here on your own two feet, able to speak for yourself...you're doing rather all right. ( it's a flat encouragement, stated like an ingredient in a recipe. everything Robbie says is so inherently human and that is always a good sign.
Ben feels momentarily bashful at where the conversation has lead; it felt too easy to talk about all of this... almost as if it were pertinent in this room, at this moment. )
This might sound daft... ( Ben basically functions under the expectation that what he says comes off as odd to most. ) But doesn't it seem as though...
( Ben's looks over his shoulder again, around the entranceless, windowless room, and back to Robbie. ) That's...part of this whole, nonsense plan? No trap doors, no false walls. Nothing but a mirror, one we can speak through. ( which is strange in its own right. Ben has used them to communicate before, and they never allowed conversation until now.
and Ben can't help but feel as though...they haven't been wasting time, this entire time. )
—The cracks. They've... ( begun to disappear. not completely, but as Ben shifts on his feet, he realizes how clear the fractured image of the other man has become. his hand, that had been resting here on the glass, traces the fine lines that still haven't managed to melt themselves back together, just yet )
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I'd say if you're standing here on your own two feet, able to speak for yourself...you're doing rather all right. ( it's a flat encouragement, stated like an ingredient in a recipe. everything Robbie says is so inherently human and that is always a good sign.
Ben feels momentarily bashful at where the conversation has lead; it felt too easy to talk about all of this... almost as if it were pertinent in this room, at this moment. )
This might sound daft... ( Ben basically functions under the expectation that what he says comes off as odd to most. ) But doesn't it seem as though...
( Ben's looks over his shoulder again, around the entranceless, windowless room, and back to Robbie. ) That's...part of this whole, nonsense plan? No trap doors, no false walls. Nothing but a mirror, one we can speak through. ( which is strange in its own right. Ben has used them to communicate before, and they never allowed conversation until now.
and Ben can't help but feel as though...they haven't been wasting time, this entire time. )
—The cracks. They've... ( begun to disappear. not completely, but as Ben shifts on his feet, he realizes how clear the fractured image of the other man has become. his hand, that had been resting here on the glass, traces the fine lines that still haven't managed to melt themselves back together, just yet )