[It's not the answer he expected; he stops, abrupt, feeling his feet sink into the snow a few millimetres. Each and every name he's heard over the years: torch bearer, final light of the universe, avenging angel echoes, in every language, some more coarse than others.]
Harps or vengeance.
[Wryly, as he rubs his shoe against the other, getting some of the ice off it.]
What do you think?
[He knows he doesn't have the force of personality that Jim does, at least, not openly; nonetheless, he's every bit as capable of being unstoppable, and frequently has been.]
[He prefers to be the candle, the underdog, struggling to survive against all odds. And only when Jim asks, that Kyle wonders how often he's been at the other end of that very comparison.]
no subject
Harps or vengeance.
[Wryly, as he rubs his shoe against the other, getting some of the ice off it.]
What do you think?
[He knows he doesn't have the force of personality that Jim does, at least, not openly; nonetheless, he's every bit as capable of being unstoppable, and frequently has been.]
[He prefers to be the candle, the underdog, struggling to survive against all odds. And only when Jim asks, that Kyle wonders how often he's been at the other end of that very comparison.]