Perhaps Jon's speaking out of turn, perhaps he's a bit harsh, too direct - but it's honest, and comes from a place of care. Even if he doesn't know this man all that well, he cares. Call it the sense of community starting to truly sink in, but he cares.
"I can't imagine what you've been through," Jon relents, falling into hushed tones once more. "I've seen terrible things in my life, but never war. Monsters, human and no longer, but you were torn to pieces by a system. A system crafted to do exactly that to you, to create tools, and toss them aside once they no longer work. But..."
For emphasis, he holds over the tape. A fragile thing for John to hold. With his other hand, he brings forward the functional tape player, sitting it on the table just before Rambo's seat.
"A tape and a recorder are tools. At times, they're for interrogation, trading secrets the recipients were never meant to have... but music, as well. Memories. In a similar vein, rifles are used for war--- I'm sure I don't have to tell you as much. But they're also used for sport, sustenance, protection. If you're a tool created by a system, then you should have the same right as any other tool. A right for declaration of new purpose, now that your former purpose is long passed."
He gestures towards the tape player.
"You haven't got to decide your purpose today... but I do think you deserve the right to see which one that tape holds."
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Perhaps Jon's speaking out of turn, perhaps he's a bit harsh, too direct - but it's honest, and comes from a place of care. Even if he doesn't know this man all that well, he cares. Call it the sense of community starting to truly sink in, but he cares.
"I can't imagine what you've been through," Jon relents, falling into hushed tones once more. "I've seen terrible things in my life, but never war. Monsters, human and no longer, but you were torn to pieces by a system. A system crafted to do exactly that to you, to create tools, and toss them aside once they no longer work. But..."
For emphasis, he holds over the tape. A fragile thing for John to hold. With his other hand, he brings forward the functional tape player, sitting it on the table just before Rambo's seat.
"A tape and a recorder are tools. At times, they're for interrogation, trading secrets the recipients were never meant to have... but music, as well. Memories. In a similar vein, rifles are used for war--- I'm sure I don't have to tell you as much. But they're also used for sport, sustenance, protection. If you're a tool created by a system, then you should have the same right as any other tool. A right for declaration of new purpose, now that your former purpose is long passed."
He gestures towards the tape player.
"You haven't got to decide your purpose today... but I do think you deserve the right to see which one that tape holds."