I suppose a long time ago it was architecture. There was a year there where I scribbled floor plans on everything. Dining room table, patio tiles, rare books… drove my parents crazy.
How old were you?
I don’t know, uh, eight maybe, nine? I tell you one thing, though, I had some pretty frakking amazing ideas. Restaurants shaped like food. And top-heavy buildings, and stairways, everything had to have a stairway. When I was older… then it became medicine, and engineering, photography. I think I would’ve made a better architect than any of those, though. And then I discovered science. And I… I thought I was really, really good at it. Until I met you.
Don’t. And please, no religion. I’m fine with how things have worked out. Really, Gaius, I am. I… I just hope… I hope that people realize… eventually… who I am
I know who you are, Felix. I know who you are.