[Jack can see where his words are going, and he can admit to the truth there. His existence had become so tinted from his rule over Hyperion. Some admired him for his power, and others admired him for having power over them. It was his control over their lives that lead to the admiration. Or that's what he chose to believe, anyway.
But how else do you explain someone kissing your feet so much they'd die of joy from being spat on or a punch to the face? Really now...
A sigh. He misses having that kind of power. There's so little satisfaction being in the middle of the ladder again. But no time to linger in depression - a sick spiral he aggressively tries not to fall into again, and he shoots a couple finger guns at Chilton, clicking his tongue.]
Right away, mi amigo! [It takes a quick glance to conclude that hopping his way up to the bar would be more expedient than waving someone over so, conveniently still on his feet, he makes his way towards his destination. Chit chats with the bartender as they make up the drink. Even as he escorts the drink with care back to the booth and sits, it's clear that Jack carries himself with the image of a king, strides filled with purpose and shoulders back with pride.]
So, I'm a bit curious: why psychology? I know at least a basic history of its growth over time and all that, but it's more like a hobby than a profession in my time, so I just wonder what inspired you to dip into it. [As much as he likes to talk about himself, this is also one of those moments where he feels like it'd be useful for him to know more about the party across the table.]
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But how else do you explain someone kissing your feet so much they'd die of joy from being spat on or a punch to the face? Really now...
A sigh. He misses having that kind of power. There's so little satisfaction being in the middle of the ladder again. But no time to linger in depression - a sick spiral he aggressively tries not to fall into again, and he shoots a couple finger guns at Chilton, clicking his tongue.]
Right away, mi amigo! [It takes a quick glance to conclude that hopping his way up to the bar would be more expedient than waving someone over so, conveniently still on his feet, he makes his way towards his destination. Chit chats with the bartender as they make up the drink. Even as he escorts the drink with care back to the booth and sits, it's clear that Jack carries himself with the image of a king, strides filled with purpose and shoulders back with pride.]
So, I'm a bit curious: why psychology? I know at least a basic history of its growth over time and all that, but it's more like a hobby than a profession in my time, so I just wonder what inspired you to dip into it. [As much as he likes to talk about himself, this is also one of those moments where he feels like it'd be useful for him to know more about the party across the table.]