AN: This is a snippit from NJPT. I couldn't fit it in, but I liked it too much to leave it sit.
Not Just Passing: One
"Let
us acknowledge it without bitterness, the individual has his distinct
interest and may without offense announce that interest and defend
it: The present has its excusable quantum of selfishness; the life of
the moment has its rights and is not bound to sacrifice itself
continually to the future. The generation now having its passing turn
on earth is not compelled to abridge it for the generations, its
equals after all, that will have their turn afterward . . . Hence, at
certain periods, a deep chill on the magnanimous vanguard of the
human race."
+Les
Miserables
She turned the necklace over a few times in her hands, feeling the weight of the item before turning to look up at Reeve. "This is worth a good five hundred gil, but you won't get more then two for it."
He lit a smoke and shrugged. There was something about the plate born whore that intrigued Scarlet. It wasn't the mere fact that he was perhaps the smartest person she had ever met, it was something else. For a whore, he was intelligent; he knew he could be doing other things. But like all the other whores, he really didn't care. Scarlet took a sip of her beer and started thinking. "Why Emmerson?"
"Why wha?" He responded stretching his long legs out and smirking in the direction of a catcall.
"That!" Scarlet snapped. "Why the hell are you spreading your legs for those idiots?"
Again she was rewarded with a shrug. "I couldn't tell you, honestly."
"And you don't care?"
"Nope."