Rationality cares not about the way his face looks when contemplating something. It cares not about the weightless feeling his gaze bestows upon it or the warm fabric of his coat around it's shoulders during winter's bitter chill. Rationality cares not about the smile he exhales over winning at scrabble twice or the zing of his hand around it's waist while helping it jump the barb-wire. Rationality especially cares not of the fact that conversation with him is never boring or of the curve his jaw makes and the squint of his eyes when suppressing a smile. It cares not about how easy it is to be around his world, how his kitchen feels like home, or how his laugh makes it laugh. It cares not about the fact that he showed it how to be alive and never glance back at the actions that some call mistakes. It doesn't even dare to think about how he changed it's entire philosophy on life.
Rationality is cold and a coward. Cares not what he wants, only lives to preserve the frosty coating of ice
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