I was an insufferable know-it-all who antagonized authority figures on purpose. And I mixed patterns. [That much is true, though that particular iteration of young!Corry had been a good deal wiser. Such was the side effect of his particular lifespan.]
He probably could've. But he also didn't need it to become you. You did that all by yourself. [Maybe that's part of what fascinates and amazes Corry so much about Danny -- the things he's fought through, the way he's insisted upon becoming wholly himself, despite the obstacles. Yes, he has a good mother, which helps a lot, but that's one person against thousands. How can Corry not be in awe of that?
Though of course, that stubborn ferocity can also be exasperating, especially when Danny uses it to try and Perceive Corry. Being called out on his careful half-truths is...not annoying, nothing Danny does is annoying, not to Corry. But it's dangerously close to things he can't explain, not wholly.
So:] I only lie about unimportant things, darling. Like my past and who I used to be. But if you insist: I'm the son of farmers, and for a long time my dream was to be a farmer. Not terribly glamorous. Then it was to keep someone safe, and then it was to become powerful and wealthy and strong enough to keep myself safe. And I did. What more could I ask for?
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He probably could've. But he also didn't need it to become you. You did that all by yourself. [Maybe that's part of what fascinates and amazes Corry so much about Danny -- the things he's fought through, the way he's insisted upon becoming wholly himself, despite the obstacles. Yes, he has a good mother, which helps a lot, but that's one person against thousands. How can Corry not be in awe of that?
Though of course, that stubborn ferocity can also be exasperating, especially when Danny uses it to try and Perceive Corry. Being called out on his careful half-truths is...not annoying, nothing Danny does is annoying, not to Corry. But it's dangerously close to things he can't explain, not wholly.
So:] I only lie about unimportant things, darling. Like my past and who I used to be. But if you insist: I'm the son of farmers, and for a long time my dream was to be a farmer. Not terribly glamorous. Then it was to keep someone safe, and then it was to become powerful and wealthy and strong enough to keep myself safe. And I did. What more could I ask for?