"Catharsis," Pepper suggests, tone and expression somewhat detached as she looks out the windows rather than over at Bruce, taking refuge in the mild remove of talking past his left ear rather than directly to him. "In the Classical rather than the Freudian model. The violent purge of emotion before the quiet clarity in its wake."
Sitting no longer suits her, so she rises to her feet with an elegant whisper of shifted cloth and paces her way out and over to the windows rather than staring at them across the open space. "I told Tony that I understood Iron Man," she muses. "But I think that Iron Man doesn't understand Extremis, entirely. Tony understands having a little list of things you want to see burned, that would make the world a better place if you just cleaned them up into sidewalk smears. But Tony... he built that very first suit. It's a part of him, certainly, but it's a part he ultimately chose. Custom-crafted, even. His purgation in destruction has always been tempered by very keen advance intent."
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Date: 2013-08-24 04:40 am (UTC)Sitting no longer suits her, so she rises to her feet with an elegant whisper of shifted cloth and paces her way out and over to the windows rather than staring at them across the open space. "I told Tony that I understood Iron Man," she muses. "But I think that Iron Man doesn't understand Extremis, entirely. Tony understands having a little list of things you want to see burned, that would make the world a better place if you just cleaned them up into sidewalk smears. But Tony... he built that very first suit. It's a part of him, certainly, but it's a part he ultimately chose. Custom-crafted, even. His purgation in destruction has always been tempered by very keen advance intent."