[Geir doesn't comment on the hating Loki thing. he doesn't know why Dirk specifically would hate Loki, but a lot of people hate Loki, because Loki is kind of an asshole. it checks out.
but for the rest of it...
Geir's understanding of "good" is a little different from Dirk's -- something less of a moral imperative towards behavior directed at other people, and something more of an innate inclination towards growth and healing, fullness and wholeness and clean bravery: the building-up of things. Geir's cousin Baldr was good just by existing, content to be what he was, generous and giving and kind. Jormungand is a hateful empty fearful rage that grows so massive that it shakes the foundations of the world. how could good come out of that?
still, what Dirk is saying makes sense, and Geir's eyes widen as he listens. the ways in which he relates to other people do seem to come across as okay to most of those he talks to, even if his existence is a state of scorched-earth destruction. the two viewpoints sit in screeching, uncomfortable opposition in his head for a moment, he finds at least a temporary way to reconcile them by applying what Dirk says last: it's true, he doesn't know yet whether he can make choices that would allow him to be different than what he is. since no one else knows either, maybe they're withholding judgment on his ultimate nature, and just basing their evaluation of him on the narrow, short-lived period of time he's been in the coven and with Vern, trying to figure these things out.
that's a very strange thought.]
Oh. Let me think about that...
Doesn't that mean you don't know if I'm good either, though? Since you don't know what I'll decide, or if I can...
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but for the rest of it...
Geir's understanding of "good" is a little different from Dirk's -- something less of a moral imperative towards behavior directed at other people, and something more of an innate inclination towards growth and healing, fullness and wholeness and clean bravery: the building-up of things. Geir's cousin Baldr was good just by existing, content to be what he was, generous and giving and kind. Jormungand is a hateful empty fearful rage that grows so massive that it shakes the foundations of the world. how could good come out of that?
still, what Dirk is saying makes sense, and Geir's eyes widen as he listens. the ways in which he relates to other people do seem to come across as okay to most of those he talks to, even if his existence is a state of scorched-earth destruction. the two viewpoints sit in screeching, uncomfortable opposition in his head for a moment, he finds at least a temporary way to reconcile them by applying what Dirk says last: it's true, he doesn't know yet whether he can make choices that would allow him to be different than what he is. since no one else knows either, maybe they're withholding judgment on his ultimate nature, and just basing their evaluation of him on the narrow, short-lived period of time he's been in the coven and with Vern, trying to figure these things out.
that's a very strange thought.]
Oh. Let me think about that...
Doesn't that mean you don't know if I'm good either, though? Since you don't know what I'll decide, or if I can...