The Master is not really listening –yes I am–. Okay, he is, but it's not registering in the same place it would register for a human. It's like soaking up background noise. The boy really isn't all that interesting. He's just yammers on and on, and that makes the Master less inclined to take him seriously. Which was just as well, since he still thinks he's dreaming.
"It's a funny sort of game to play with yourself," he says after a moment, as though he is responding to an entirely different set of information –but he isn't–. "Play God. Let something play Him for you. Nice way to lift the burden off your shoulders." Perhaps that was what the boy had meant when he referred to the S&M brothel. That made much more sense.
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Date: 2007-09-27 04:55 pm (UTC)"It's a funny sort of game to play with yourself," he says after a moment, as though he is responding to an entirely different set of information –but he isn't–. "Play God. Let something play Him for you. Nice way to lift the burden off your shoulders." Perhaps that was what the boy had meant when he referred to the S&M brothel. That made much more sense.