It's too clean. [ Vincent rubs at his oil-stained fingers with a rag, twisting the fabric atop his nails. Always seeps there, hands reeking of garage for hours — he always reeks of motors and metals no matter how clean he is.
Makes sense for a man who has more in common with an engine than a human. ] Needed a personal touch. [ Needs to tell a story, which cannot develop without experience. But you couldn't rush that in the Badlands and can't rush it here either. People see through inauthenticity like no other.
Doesn't mean one shouldn't try. Painted in a thick brushstroke, ink black as night outlined in shining white, a kanji lies drying. ] Can't save the world if you don't look cool.
[ They're both dancing around the subject. Fine. Let Johnny have his shades, Vincent his quips. They'll get to it when they get to it. ]
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Makes sense for a man who has more in common with an engine than a human. ] Needed a personal touch. [ Needs to tell a story, which cannot develop without experience. But you couldn't rush that in the Badlands and can't rush it here either. People see through inauthenticity like no other.
Doesn't mean one shouldn't try. Painted in a thick brushstroke, ink black as night outlined in shining white, a kanji lies drying. ] Can't save the world if you don't look cool.
[ They're both dancing around the subject. Fine. Let Johnny have his shades, Vincent his quips. They'll get to it when they get to it. ]