Third Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

Conner would never admit it to anyone, but he had a massive weak spot for cute fuzzy animals.

Which would be why he was sprawled across a couch in the common room, fingers dangling down into a huge bowl of popcorn, while a documentary about pandas played on some science channel or other.

He was more or less devouring popcorn by the handful as he watched. But not because he was hungry, oh no.

Because if his mouth was full of popcorn it was harder to let out an undigified squee.

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[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Yes but Billy didn't know that. "Bad guys always like to blame their actions on someone else, but it's really just them."

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Is it, though?" asked Conner, thinking of Ransik and a couple of the villains he'd seen in Dr. Oliver's archives. "I mean, what if it's something where they started lashing out at everyone else because they never got treated decently in the first place?"

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"That's an excuse." Billy said adamantly. "How many kids get picked on in high school and don't wind up homicidal maniacs? If it's genetic fine I'll let them off the hook. Otherwise, the reason people try to take over or destroy the world or whatever, is because they choose to."

He really hoped it wasn't genetic.

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"I guess," Conner said reluctantly. "All the megalomaniac stuff, yeah, that's their choice. But that doesn't mean other people haven't helped make them miserable enough to get to that point, does it?"

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"I've got plenty of sympathy for people that've been crapped on by life. More than you know. but that doesn't give them the right to take it out on other people."