"A terrible thought, I'm sure," Famine replied dryly with a quiet laugh. "I was just thinking the same thing, though - about humans and their progress." He raised a hand to gesture at the surrounding area; the motorcycle's motion gave no indication that the driver had switched to driving one-handed. "I wasn't here for, what, five, six years? And already it's an entirely different country. You leave them alone for a year and they change everything." He grinned dryly, returning it his hand to the handlebars of the bike.
"Makes me almost miss the old days," he added absently. "Of course, the media's good for me, and the third-world countries aren't seeing improvement, but...there's something impersonal about the work at this level." Famine broke off with another quiet laugh, raising his hand from the handlebars again to quickly run through his hair. "I probably sound crazy, don't I," he murmured, grinning crookedly. It was a little disconcerting; within half an hour of seeing Pollution for the first time in nearly a decade, he'd said more than he usually said to War since the failed Apocalypse. He wasn't sure what it was about Pollution that made Famine's words come easily, but he found himself grateful for it...he was more pleased than he'd ever admit to have someone with whom to talk.
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Date: 2005-08-20 02:30 am (UTC)"Makes me almost miss the old days," he added absently. "Of course, the media's good for me, and the third-world countries aren't seeing improvement, but...there's something impersonal about the work at this level." Famine broke off with another quiet laugh, raising his hand from the handlebars again to quickly run through his hair. "I probably sound crazy, don't I," he murmured, grinning crookedly. It was a little disconcerting; within half an hour of seeing Pollution for the first time in nearly a decade, he'd said more than he usually said to War since the failed Apocalypse. He wasn't sure what it was about Pollution that made Famine's words come easily, but he found himself grateful for it...he was more pleased than he'd ever admit to have someone with whom to talk.