[ Nelson owns Maskin's book, but at the moment the name rings no bells. He's not far enough along in it, nor does he pay close attention to all the books he buys anymore -- he has to spend the money he's still getting from his book series (since adapted for film, as well) on something. He's interested in the politics going on, but reading about them depresses him.
So the name doesn't cause a react, he simply shakes the man's briefly. He's relieved, more than anything, that if he had to be stopped it was by someone he doesn't know. He can't handle the judgement of friends, even when he's more at his best. When he's old, greying, slightly out of shape and drunk enough that he's waxing poetic to strangers about the state of the world and on dying is hardly that, though sadly it's not even his worst, either.
He just shakes his head. ]
It -- well, I-I suppose it's not important. [ He can't explain the real 'whys' without revealing several things about himself he shouldn't. Part of being an imPort these days does involve playing a role at times, even to those who haven't reinvented themselves utterly. ] In the grander sense. I don't know if you're familiar what it's like to look in the mirror and see someone that you hardly even recognize. I used to be someone, Mr. Maskin, I had friends, good looks, and a dream instead of an extra twenty pounds, an empty house and more money than I can spend from trashy novels I didn't even sign my real name to. This isn't living. After a point you're only wasting time until... well, the inevitable.
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So the name doesn't cause a react, he simply shakes the man's briefly. He's relieved, more than anything, that if he had to be stopped it was by someone he doesn't know. He can't handle the judgement of friends, even when he's more at his best. When he's old, greying, slightly out of shape and drunk enough that he's waxing poetic to strangers about the state of the world and on dying is hardly that, though sadly it's not even his worst, either.
He just shakes his head. ]
It -- well, I-I suppose it's not important. [ He can't explain the real 'whys' without revealing several things about himself he shouldn't. Part of being an imPort these days does involve playing a role at times, even to those who haven't reinvented themselves utterly. ] In the grander sense. I don't know if you're familiar what it's like to look in the mirror and see someone that you hardly even recognize. I used to be someone, Mr. Maskin, I had friends, good looks, and a dream instead of an extra twenty pounds, an empty house and more money than I can spend from trashy novels I didn't even sign my real name to. This isn't living. After a point you're only wasting time until... well, the inevitable.