[Greg stared at the text, eyes crossing and uncrossing. Nope, that didn't change the words there. Not one bit. He flopped back into the bed, wondering how to reply. If he should reply. Finally he decided he should. After all, it was a text, no way to know who was on the other end. Maybe a cute girl? Okay, so he had a thing for pious older women, especially those who tried to heal others. So what? Cute was cute. And if it turned out to be some kid or some dude, he could always make himself a couch fort.
But what to say. Well, it seemed like she, whoever she was, liked to argue her point, give speeches, try to convince people. So, what if he sounded like someone who could be convinced? Would he get to see some of that dedication shine through in text? Would she visit him personally? He could live with that.
So a question without accusation, something to imply interest without fully agreeing. He tried to think of how his brothers would answer. He thought first of Jacob, and then shook his head rapidly. Dominic then? Nope, just as bad. Alright, no help for it but to answer as himself and hope for the best. And if whoever it was happened to look like Jayden or Pam...]
"I thought that all were tested, and all were chosen?" he finally decided on. "How is one to know that one group is favored over others, are not those that are chosen simply those who pass their tests and are good people inspire of all temptation otherwise?"
[The odd thing was, as much as he loved pious women and had volunteered at any number of church functions, both with and without his mutant power, he himself was not the most pious. He knew many beliefs from many parts of the world, and while he was prepared to agree with many people, he had a hard time looking at a belief system and saying "That's wrong". He was a cheerful walking contradiction, he supposed. When he remembered he needed his walking stick to walk, that was. Otherwise, he was cheerful falling contradiction.]
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But what to say. Well, it seemed like she, whoever she was, liked to argue her point, give speeches, try to convince people. So, what if he sounded like someone who could be convinced? Would he get to see some of that dedication shine through in text? Would she visit him personally? He could live with that.
So a question without accusation, something to imply interest without fully agreeing. He tried to think of how his brothers would answer. He thought first of Jacob, and then shook his head rapidly. Dominic then? Nope, just as bad. Alright, no help for it but to answer as himself and hope for the best. And if whoever it was happened to look like Jayden or Pam...]
"I thought that all were tested, and all were chosen?" he finally decided on. "How is one to know that one group is favored over others, are not those that are chosen simply those who pass their tests and are good people inspire of all temptation otherwise?"
[The odd thing was, as much as he loved pious women and had volunteered at any number of church functions, both with and without his mutant power, he himself was not the most pious. He knew many beliefs from many parts of the world, and while he was prepared to agree with many people, he had a hard time looking at a belief system and saying "That's wrong". He was a cheerful walking contradiction, he supposed. When he remembered he needed his walking stick to walk, that was. Otherwise, he was cheerful falling contradiction.]