One. Two.

[Shamino]

The mood of a winter's day
is one that is never much thought about.
Look about- all you see are bleak, faded colors.
All you see are shades of grey- smudged and running.
A cool, crisp morning- a cough and a hack. The clouds are seperated.
Half and half- half grey, half shades of blue.
What you need is of no use,
what you want is what you want.
One sunset- one blinding color of orange, or shades of purple and gold.
Clouds roll over, merge- grow, the sun vanishes.
what you need is of no use,
what you want is what you want.
Two hours- just two, to watch the city go from a bustling metropolis to a quiet show of lights.
Watch the lights brighten, change colors- go blurry from tears...
Unforseen complications and bad luck cause things to go 'otherwise'.
what I need is of no use.
What I want, is what I want.

[Shamino]

No. Its not. And that is what makes it, what it is.


I have problems.

[Mr. Kenny]

Yes well, be that as it may.
It does get hard sometimes.
For me.

[Shamino]

Well. There certainly is no I in team.

But there is an M. And an E

But this was never a team game.

[maniac___]

Slowly proving my point, are you? My path is wrong, but there is no other path.
You have to make I - the key player. Of course, that requires shutting down your emotions. This way you don't get grinded from inside.

I trust it, you're ready to game it up with me, Paul?

With respect, maniac

[Mr. Kenny]

I still hate metaphorical speech too.

[Shamino]

Maniac, my friend. Good to see you on the void.

I see the cons of your life. But I do see the pro's...


Then, Mr.Kenny, do you want to talk to me without metaphor's?

[maniac___]

The pro's of my situation are evident, but they are nowhere near in numbers to those of yours.

I have no insight of your situation, but I could guess, given the time of month upon us.
You are young and resourceful, and you have a lot of time to figure things out.
I'm not worried for you, you'll get it right, I know it.

I see a lot more pro's in you than in myself.
However, if I was back in that time, I'd probably do things exactly like I did before.

I'd go for the kill.

....

Metaphors. As powerful as they can be, maybe even the most powerful way to relate to a person's conscious mind, they do not have the power to reach into the subconscious. Being elements of a vague world of multiple enterpretations, they cannot accomplish what direct messages can. A fist is the strongest metaphor as far as a wall is concerned. The way to get to the man, is to influence one subconsciously. And the only way to that is... using force and planting fear.