Charloft || Twosday (17/01/12) || Two Sides
"Have you heard the expression 'two sides of the same coin'?
Tell us about two sides to a current issue in your life."
Tell us about two sides to a current issue in your life."
There's a job that needs doing -- a big job. The kind of job that only comes along once in a blue moon, that'll bring in money to last for months. It'll give my reputation a much needed boost within the confines of the Underground, too, and it certainly has taken a beating lately . . . My, ahem, client promises me that provided I acquire that which he has requested from me I can take my pick of whatever else I find lying aroud, which is always a nice bonus.
This job is dangerous as hell, though. It'd work better with a group, and I know Dodge is eager to play his part in this -- as he always is, he's the kind of boy who would ask "how high?" if I were to tell him to jump. Irritatingly, the small amount of conscience that I have has a problem with me involving him and the rest of my boys in this. I've taught them well, but I'm just not sure I'm willing to risk a job of this magnitude on one of them messing up . . . Or risk one of them, not that I'd ever bloody tell them that. They'd accuse me of going soft and I'd never hear the end of it.
If I go it alone I run the somewhat unlikely risk of getting myself into a situation I can't handle, because nothing is ever certain. If I involve the boys, I run the risk of one of them ruining it, or one of them getting hurt. And what good is an injured pickpocket to my enterprise? Sometimes I wish I didn't care. That I was as heartless as everyone seems to think I am these days. But, alas, I am not. I'll work it out eventually. I just hope I make the right decision in the end.
This job is dangerous as hell, though. It'd work better with a group, and I know Dodge is eager to play his part in this -- as he always is, he's the kind of boy who would ask "how high?" if I were to tell him to jump. Irritatingly, the small amount of conscience that I have has a problem with me involving him and the rest of my boys in this. I've taught them well, but I'm just not sure I'm willing to risk a job of this magnitude on one of them messing up . . . Or risk one of them, not that I'd ever bloody tell them that. They'd accuse me of going soft and I'd never hear the end of it.
If I go it alone I run the somewhat unlikely risk of getting myself into a situation I can't handle, because nothing is ever certain. If I involve the boys, I run the risk of one of them ruining it, or one of them getting hurt. And what good is an injured pickpocket to my enterprise? Sometimes I wish I didn't care. That I was as heartless as everyone seems to think I am these days. But, alas, I am not. I'll work it out eventually. I just hope I make the right decision in the end.