[Tyler's hands twitch as he resists the urge to ball them into fists at such a dismissive opening statement. But he pays attention (Isis is doing her best, poor thing, but Solus is a much harder target for her to translate than Steven), and forms his argument calmly.
(Calmly, he assumes, while his hands take a very clipped edge to their movements.]
In that, I suppose you're correct. I don't know what your world is like, and therefore I must presume.
The onus there, however, is on you - in your refusal to explain how your world does work, how you have come to gain this knowledge, what your capabilities actually are. You go on about intelligence, experience, wisdom [And the words get spat back at Solus in his own voice] but flat-out refuse to extrapolate on what those mean. Not once have you said to me, and now I'm lead to believe to any of us, what that intelligence focuses on, what that experience lies in. No one is going to follow the wisdom of a man who talks like he sees us as nothing more than faceless minions, and refuses to answer questions as to the hows and whys of his breadth and depth of knowledge.
[The food comes as he's talking, and apart from a brief smile at the waitress, his hands don't pause once.]
You want people here to think as highly of you as you yourself do - I'm familiar with the archetype. You're wrapped up in your ego, so fondled by it that you no longer feel the stares of those on the outside. What possible meaning could they have, when you are so obviously always right? [That has a bitter twist of Tyler's lips as the words appear in Solus's mind.] There are egos here too, of course, but these people have made the effort to back up their claims to fame, and have rather earned their egos. You need to prove to us that we should respect yours. Otherwise, you're as worthless as you imagine we are.
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(Calmly, he assumes, while his hands take a very clipped edge to their movements.]
In that, I suppose you're correct. I don't know what your world is like, and therefore I must presume.
The onus there, however, is on you - in your refusal to explain how your world does work, how you have come to gain this knowledge, what your capabilities actually are. You go on about intelligence, experience, wisdom [And the words get spat back at Solus in his own voice] but flat-out refuse to extrapolate on what those mean. Not once have you said to me, and now I'm lead to believe to any of us, what that intelligence focuses on, what that experience lies in. No one is going to follow the wisdom of a man who talks like he sees us as nothing more than faceless minions, and refuses to answer questions as to the hows and whys of his breadth and depth of knowledge.
[The food comes as he's talking, and apart from a brief smile at the waitress, his hands don't pause once.]
You want people here to think as highly of you as you yourself do - I'm familiar with the archetype. You're wrapped up in your ego, so fondled by it that you no longer feel the stares of those on the outside. What possible meaning could they have, when you are so obviously always right? [That has a bitter twist of Tyler's lips as the words appear in Solus's mind.] There are egos here too, of course, but these people have made the effort to back up their claims to fame, and have rather earned their egos. You need to prove to us that we should respect yours. Otherwise, you're as worthless as you imagine we are.