[Myfanwy leans forward earnestly. This might not be the right kind of philosophical conversation for her to get into: even just one large and weirdly flavored drink into the evening, she's already feeling flushed and combative. All of that mumbo-jumbo about morality and upbringing, though?]
A rubbishy upbringing does not make you not human. You're right it's not about the outside altogether. It's what's in there.
[She reaches up to prod one finger against the man's forehead, squinting in an attempt to look particularly serious and meaningful.]
But I guess we're all dead. Living people can't even see us unless we bash them over the head.
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[Myfanwy leans forward earnestly. This might not be the right kind of philosophical conversation for her to get into: even just one large and weirdly flavored drink into the evening, she's already feeling flushed and combative. All of that mumbo-jumbo about morality and upbringing, though?]
A rubbishy upbringing does not make you not human. You're right it's not about the outside altogether. It's what's in there.
[She reaches up to prod one finger against the man's forehead, squinting in an attempt to look particularly serious and meaningful.]
But I guess we're all dead. Living people can't even see us unless we bash them over the head.