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Creeptastic  PV Kaegan 

It was confusing, and a little weird to hear of something he so clearly understood as one of the world’s most horrible weapons rationalized and romanticized. Why did the people fighting think their cause was right? There was a right side, and a wrong side. There was always a right side and a wrong side, that was how these things worked. The wrong side knew they were wrong but was fighting anyway because they were evil and wrong. The right side would fight against them because they were good and trying to uphold the good, or survive.

And she said that everyone there was willing to pay the ultimate price, in this case death, to ensure their loved ones stayed alive. Well, what was the point if their side lost? What did they gain? They gained nothing. And what about the wrong side, what did they gain? Nothing, but they were evil. Evil people gained when other people lost. It was that simple. Kaegen lived in a rather black and white world, with the spots of white few and far between. Grey didn’t really exist, and it certainly didn’t exist for him in this concept of war.

”But the bad side? why were they fighting?”

He wasn’t sure if she was very smart, or very wrong. Or maybe both. Were smart and wrong mutually exclusive, though? Or maybe he had just misunderstood everything.

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Creeptastic  PV Kaegan 

Alice shifted in her seat. She had a feeling this was going to be a while and she hoped that when he got up to leave at the end of this conversation, he would want to come back and reengage with in another one; if not for anything but her company. The idea of the boy not enjoying being around her bothered Alice more than she would ever admit. She was supposed to be liked, charming, and endearing. That was the picture she was to paint to those around her- even the undesirable types for the sole purpose of appearances. It was no longer acceptable to show prejudice in mainstream society. She shuddered at the realization that her inner thought mimicked her father's voice and rushed on to explain in an attempt to silence her wayward thoughts.

"Well," she began, folding her hands gently across her lap. "There wasn't necessarily a 'bad' side. Looking at it from our point of view, there were only sides that believed the other was bad. They didn't have all the information, you see. No one does. For example, if a boy took your wand, you would believe he were bad, yes? But what if that boy thought it was his wand? What if he thought that you took his wand? Would he then be bad for being misinformed? For taking the wand that he knew to be his? And what if the situation were reversed? What if your wand came up missing and someone told you that that boy took it? What would you do?"

Creeptastic  PV Kaegan 

The girl began to explain, and he began to listen. She said that there wasn’t a bad side, which was wrong. That couldn’t be right. That would be like saying that the death witches were people too. It was just plain nonsense. But he tried to imagine it anyway. Tried to imagine what that would be like. Two mirror armies fighting each other with equal mindsets and equal footing. A universe clashing with another just like it and yet different.

She had two questions for him. The first was what would happen if a boy took his wand and thought it was his. Since the boy would think he was being fine and returning his own wand to himself, but Kaegen himself would be thinking that we was right in taking the wand that the boy thought he was right by stealing. Or something like that. Regardless, it was a pretty easy question. The second one just had reversed roles, and was even easier.

“Well, if he took my wand he was wrong. So there is a wrong, and a right. He’s just being stupid. And I wouldn’t take the wrong wand, because I don’t put mine down. So what you’re saying, is that one side is good, and the other side is wrong?”

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Creeptastic  PV Kaegan 

Alice opened and closed her mouth like a fish out of water, searching tirelessly for a way to explain to him that there didn't have to be a right and wrong side, that, in the case of the mermaids, there wasn't such a solid answer as right and wrong. It was clear that hypothetical scenarios did nothing to help and she wasn't sure what the proper next step would be. She imagined him as a toddler unable to stop asking the question 'why' with every answer she gave. She slid the book over to him, leather bound and dusty.

"How about you read it? I'm sure that if you do, you could identify with the beliefs on both sides and understand that maybe they both were right in their own way," she said. She kept her voice calm and collected, careful not to reveal her exasperation at inadequately giving him a proper answer. "Maybe you'll find mermaids as fascinating as I do. They have such a wild way of life, even if violence is their way of coping most day to day problems and they don't particularly fancy the wizarding community. Something about insulting their intelligence and so forth. I'd certainly not want to be the official that has to lay down the law for them,"

Creeptastic  PV Kaegan 

The solution she gave to allow Kaegen to understand her point of view was simply for him to read the book. He didn't really know what to say. For a little boy whose fragile worldview depended on him being strong, this was a horribly sensitive issue, a chink in the glass house of truths he had created based off of what he thought he knew. Kaegen was a ravenclaw, to be sure. But he had certainly not been placed in that house based off of his aptitude for reading. He had always read slowly, and carefully, and had always had a lot of trouble with books, as much as he loved the stories they told.

Reading the book at that point in time, in front of that girl, would only highlight his weakness. He didn't want that to happen, he couldn't let that happen. But he didn't know of a socially acceptable dodge, didn't know of a way to say no without making it clear that he was trying to not be seen laboring over the pages of a book, focusing on each individual word and moving on to the next. He may have not been placed in Ravenclaw for his reading skills, but his wit at least was more or less functional. Pointing to a rather interesting looking book on the shelf, Kaegen spoke, using a tried and true method.

"Look. It's a distraction."

And then turning, he ran from the room, secure in the knowledge that he had just escaped. A little more practice, and he would be able to read just as fast as that girl could.
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