[ pucci turns on the camera right as odin picks up a fucking lamp and throws it onto the ground, falling on his knees and raising his arms to the heavens. ]
LIFE ISN'T ABOUT THE INEVITABLE TOTALITY OF DEATH, NOR IS IT ABOUT OUR CONSTANT FORWARD MARCH TOWARDS IT! Life is passion. Love! The relationships we find in the chaotic maelstrom of fate's wings! In an ideal world, this deserted island could become a quiet utopia, a paradise, one that can be struck with a steady and comfortable life based on simple farming and forraging! If that were the case - if I, the desperate heterosexual, managed to find reliable albeit occasionally scarce supplies in my Garden of Eden - if I managed to build a life for myself in this isolated world of sun and sand, starting a family would be a natural progression of things! I wouldn't be sentencing that poor child to death! I'd be condemning it, if anything, to the same quiet and calm life I'd have grown accustomed to with my beautiful mute fish-wife! THAT'S HARDLY A SIN. Option A entirely cuts that potential from me! I would give up everything that makes humanity humanity all for some depressing, pessimistic idea that I would never be able to find happiness or health or joy in the world I'd tragically washed ashore of!
[ odin falls to the ground, back to the camera, curled up in a ball. he's sobbing. ]
Why? Why would you do that to yourself? Why burden yourself with this pessimistic, horrid idea that humanity can't thrive in harsh conditions? Why... does your friend not love? Pucci? Answer me, Pucci. Answer me...
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LIFE ISN'T ABOUT THE INEVITABLE TOTALITY OF DEATH, NOR IS IT ABOUT OUR CONSTANT FORWARD MARCH TOWARDS IT! Life is passion. Love! The relationships we find in the chaotic maelstrom of fate's wings! In an ideal world, this deserted island could become a quiet utopia, a paradise, one that can be struck with a steady and comfortable life based on simple farming and forraging! If that were the case - if I, the desperate heterosexual, managed to find reliable albeit occasionally scarce supplies in my Garden of Eden - if I managed to build a life for myself in this isolated world of sun and sand, starting a family would be a natural progression of things! I wouldn't be sentencing that poor child to death! I'd be condemning it, if anything, to the same quiet and calm life I'd have grown accustomed to with my beautiful mute fish-wife! THAT'S HARDLY A SIN. Option A entirely cuts that potential from me! I would give up everything that makes humanity humanity all for some depressing, pessimistic idea that I would never be able to find happiness or health or joy in the world I'd tragically washed ashore of!
[ odin falls to the ground, back to the camera, curled up in a ball. he's sobbing. ]
Why? Why would you do that to yourself? Why burden yourself with this pessimistic, horrid idea that humanity can't thrive in harsh conditions? Why... does your friend not love? Pucci? Answer me, Pucci. Answer me...