[ We don't know he's dead is what Plas wants to believe. What maybe, naively, he'd hoped she might say, or that she might at least have some idea he didn't so that he could keep nourishing that little flame of possibility for as long as he could. But no, she's stomped on it. So he won't help her pretend now. ]
I'm not playing games here. We're shapeshifters. For God's sake, you get to be anyone you wanna be, you get an opportunity to reinvent with a gang of people who doesn't know you from Adam, and you're gonna let somebody else, some ghost, dictate what mask you're gonna wear?
[ Maybe this isn't the time or place to have that conversation, but it's the way she says it. Some lesson learned. Fuck lessons learned, sometimes lessons are shitty and should be unlearned. In a way, Plas has always experienced his power as some kind of attempt to be someone completely different, in his attempt at redemption. Maybe Oscar Wilde has it right: Give a man a mask, and he will tell you the truth. ]
Don't you think that's disrespectful to Aang? To Parker? Aizawa and the rest?
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I'm not playing games here. We're shapeshifters. For God's sake, you get to be anyone you wanna be, you get an opportunity to reinvent with a gang of people who doesn't know you from Adam, and you're gonna let somebody else, some ghost, dictate what mask you're gonna wear?
[ Maybe this isn't the time or place to have that conversation, but it's the way she says it. Some lesson learned. Fuck lessons learned, sometimes lessons are shitty and should be unlearned. In a way, Plas has always experienced his power as some kind of attempt to be someone completely different, in his attempt at redemption. Maybe Oscar Wilde has it right: Give a man a mask, and he will tell you the truth. ]
Don't you think that's disrespectful to Aang? To Parker? Aizawa and the rest?