A bit of a surreal meeting in store, but considering the setting and some of the people Vlad had met, not the most bizarre situation he'd been in by far. The notebook had been, at the least, interesting reading. Perhaps more useful for philosophy than a list of facts, but still enlightening in its own way.
He couldn't deny that the meeting he had scheduled was something he was looking to. Really, he regretted not coming to know his roommate better. It was hard to find intelligent conversation in this place, much less moral views that weren't oversimplified to the point of childishness. Even the adults here tended to be bland or hysterical by turn, and Vlad had assumed the former of his roommate, without much evidence to convince him otherwise.
True, his fixation on an enemy Vlad had never heard of was a bit disturbing, but then again, it suited the old saying that a person with a hammer would see everything as a nail. Even he, on a bit of self-reflection, could admit his experiences in interdimensional travel of sorts had a serious effect on how he viewed this prison and its possible rules and design. All of that was a side issue to the more personal fact that he would be delivering rather poor news to someone who was obviously close to Qui-Gon, and while he didn't know either man well enough to put too much genuine emotion into it, it wouldn't be seemly to jump into questioning or trying to form a new relationship without allowing some room for grief.
Sitting on one of the couches in the Sun Room, looking fairly obvious in his own opinion, he held the notebook in his lap and waited patiently.
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A bit of a surreal meeting in store, but considering the setting and some of the people Vlad had met, not the most bizarre situation he'd been in by far. The notebook had been, at the least, interesting reading. Perhaps more useful for philosophy than a list of facts, but still enlightening in its own way.
He couldn't deny that the meeting he had scheduled was something he was looking to. Really, he regretted not coming to know his roommate better. It was hard to find intelligent conversation in this place, much less moral views that weren't oversimplified to the point of childishness. Even the adults here tended to be bland or hysterical by turn, and Vlad had assumed the former of his roommate, without much evidence to convince him otherwise.
True, his fixation on an enemy Vlad had never heard of was a bit disturbing, but then again, it suited the old saying that a person with a hammer would see everything as a nail. Even he, on a bit of self-reflection, could admit his experiences in interdimensional travel of sorts had a serious effect on how he viewed this prison and its possible rules and design. All of that was a side issue to the more personal fact that he would be delivering rather poor news to someone who was obviously close to Qui-Gon, and while he didn't know either man well enough to put too much genuine emotion into it, it wouldn't be seemly to jump into questioning or trying to form a new relationship without allowing some room for grief.
Sitting on one of the couches in the Sun Room, looking fairly obvious in his own opinion, he held the notebook in his lap and waited patiently.