[ Lalo snorts as he reads that response. "So what?" he says. "He thinks I'm like a chick?"
Even as he says it, dismissively, the wheels in Lalo's brain are turning. It sounds like Martin might not be onto him as much as Lalo had initially feared, if this is Martin's assessment of "Ben". Good.
"Alright," he says, reaching to take the walkie from Rust with a faux-gentleness that threatens to become rough at a moment's notice. "You can have this back in a second."
He hopes the casualness with which he says that disguises the earlier subtle darkening of his expression, the shame in his eyes when Martin brings up what happened with Kokichi.
And then he starts to type on Rust's device! Even though this response is being typed by Lalo, it will still come from callsign RE419S. ]
What are walls, Martin? Sometimes I think houses are a blessing and a curse. What keeps you safe also keeps you trapped. Are walls just prison bars made solid? Or are they our saviors? Trick question. Humanity can't be saved. From rain or walls. What I do know is that everything goes away but everything stays forever. Time is a social construct, brother. Everything already happened. But that's okay, because that means it also never happened. You have to free your mind. Broaden it beyond the horizon. Go beyond the walls in your mind. It's mind walls that keep us safe from the storms inside ourselves. But we can't be safe and still grow. You have to expand your mind beyond its walls, Martin. I believe you can do it.
Told Ben what you said. He laughed, said "really?" Says you remind him of someone too. A man by the name of Gustavo Fring. Real polite, real nerdy guy. Pillar of the community type. Owns his own business. Gives to charity. Smart guy, too. Seems real nice. But I guess there's more to him he doesn't like to show anyone. A real Jekyll and Hyde situation. Apparently he's a person of interest in some case Ben is working on. Couldn't give specifics, ongoing investigation and all that.
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Even as he says it, dismissively, the wheels in Lalo's brain are turning. It sounds like Martin might not be onto him as much as Lalo had initially feared, if this is Martin's assessment of "Ben". Good.
"Alright," he says, reaching to take the walkie from Rust with a faux-gentleness that threatens to become rough at a moment's notice. "You can have this back in a second."
He hopes the casualness with which he says that disguises the earlier subtle darkening of his expression, the shame in his eyes when Martin brings up what happened with Kokichi.
And then he starts to type on Rust's device! Even though this response is being typed by Lalo, it will still come from callsign RE419S. ]
What are walls, Martin?
Sometimes I think houses are a blessing and a curse.
What keeps you safe also keeps you trapped.
Are walls just prison bars made solid? Or are they our saviors?
Trick question.
Humanity can't be saved.
From rain or walls.
What I do know is that everything goes away but everything stays forever.
Time is a social construct, brother.
Everything already happened. But that's okay, because that means it also never happened.
You have to free your mind. Broaden it beyond the horizon.
Go beyond the walls in your mind.
It's mind walls that keep us safe from the storms inside ourselves.
But we can't be safe and still grow. You have to expand your mind beyond its walls, Martin. I believe you can do it.
Told Ben what you said.
He laughed, said "really?"
Says you remind him of someone too.
A man by the name of Gustavo Fring.
Real polite, real nerdy guy. Pillar of the community type. Owns his own business. Gives to charity.
Smart guy, too. Seems real nice.
But I guess there's more to him he doesn't like to show anyone. A real Jekyll and Hyde situation.
Apparently he's a person of interest in some case Ben is working on.
Couldn't give specifics, ongoing investigation and all that.