Desmond couldn't help but chuckle a little. "You are switching the argument from writing about ones soul to writing history. History is indeed full of inconsistencies, and ultimately is decided by the victor. I was speaking about writing true feelings from the heart. And really, even if you wrote a lie down tonight it would say something about you, and even though the whole world might think otherwise, when you came back to that you would know that the thing that you gave to the world was something that was not true. It still reveals something about you, even if the only reveals that fact to you and no other." Desmond said softly, trying to gingerly diffuse her point as he watched her face to see her reaction from it. He really enjoyed talking over this point with her, but he wanted to make sure that he didn't overstep his bounds in the argument. Some people did not take well to friendly debate, especially in this day and age, it seemed.
As she tried to reassure him that she wouldn't actually write such things about him he chuckled hard enough to shake his chest lightly, the muscles tightening a little as he almost smiled enough that she might see his teeth, catching himself at the last minute. "Believe me, far worse things have been written about me in the annuls of history than what you just came up with, Raina, but I appreciate the sentiment." He had been called everything from a kinslayer to an abomination walking the streets. But he had also been called a hero, a savior as well. and having been referred to by so many differing titles, Desmond had eventually just accepted the fact that he was at the end of all of it, Desmond. Nothing more, nothing less.
"I do not think that people take life as seriously as they should." Desmond replied quietly. "All aspects of it are important, not just love. If you could only realize how many centuries it took me to realize the importance of appreciating the beauty of a sunrise, or a sunset. Walking out in the first snow of the winter season, or of that fluttering feeling in your chest the first time that you get the time that someone you like smiles at you in that way that steals your breath from your chest..." Desmond couldn't help but smile at that. "Love is worth chasing after, but if I had one piece of advice to give you, Raina, it is to realize that the little moments, like this, are precious as well, even if they do not seem like it while it is going on. So often we do not realize the weight of something that we hold in our hands until it is gone from us. The weight of it is placed in the mindset of loss, instead of truly appreciating it when it is there with us." Desmond trailed off at that point.
In some aspects he had been guilty of that himself, and had learned the hardest lesson of all when it had come down to bear on him.