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Author's Note: Double January for more info)
January 25th - Take 1
I actually had quite a bit of hope that day. I'd set my plans, and I'd chosen the day for my invasion of the lab. All that remained was to wait two days and get it done, finally. I was eight years old and already convinced I'd spent far too long on my scheme. Nowadays I take a week and wish I had that kind of time. But the point was, I thought I was prepared.
I had no idea just how hopeless my plan was.
January 25th - Take 2
The word "hopeless" has something of a different meaning to me, in large part because I refuse to admit that situations are hopeless to an almost psychotic degree. There's always some other angle, a different way to do things, some method to try, a solution somewhere out there that I can find in the space of half a heartbeat. A sacrifice that can be made. I'm not good at giving up on things. I admit freely that this has been to my detriment in the past, and yet I cannot bring myself to let go of this mindset.
So even as I set things up to be hopeless on the surface for me-then, I had the point of view that showed me just how much I had managed to gain. A new warehouse and lab of my own, a solution to the problem of leaving the lab unscathed, notoriety that would gain me street cred and get me further in my career. So many benefits.
And it all hinged on my ability to bring myself into the future without faltering. Hopeless? Nope. Just...tricky.
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