Riveted

People never believed of others what they couldn’t imagine of themselves.

“When I’ve reached your great age, I hope I’ll admit defeat as gracefully as you do.” The older man snorted. “If you’ve brains enough to survive as long.” “So it was your brains that saved you after the earthquake on Tzapotépetl? I’d say it was my hand that pulled you out of that crevice.” “It was me with the sense to reach for your hand, wasn’t it?”