Something was bothering David.
It had been a while since the man was in the right mind for such minute changes in his expressions to be noticeable to Icarus, but he still remembered from when it had.
His eyes would narrow ever so slightly, and his jaw would harden to an almost knifelike angle.
It would have been relieving had he not known that David was almost never bothered.
So this had to be big.
"So…Icarus."
He jolted at the sound of his name, looking back toi Davids piercing eyes that seemed to drive into his very brain.
"…Yeah?" The words finally stumbled out of his throat, which was surprisingly dry for how much he had drunk with David; actually, David hadn't drunk anything.
Was Icarus becoming an alcoholic?
"What is it that drives you?"
"…"
Huh?
What drove him?
It was obvious.
It was his dream to be the greatest…
Wasn't it?
That's all he ever wanted since he was a kid, after all.
To be great.
To show his grandad that he could be great.
And stay great as well, not fall like his namesake.
Yeah, that was it.
"I want to surpass my namesake. To soar to the sun and stay there."
David paused at that statement, actually paused, freezing in the middle of the sidewalk to stare at Icarus.
"Are you sure you want that? Is that truly your dream?"
"What? Of course it's my dream! That's all I wanted ever since I was a kid and that damned old ma-"
"So your whole goal, your whole dream, is born out of spite to your already dead grandfather?"
"So what if it is?"
"But do you have passion for that dream?"
"…"
Passion?
Of course, Icarus had a passion for it.
He woke up every day thinking about being great, and he went to sleep thinking about being great.
Every action he took was made to be great.
And he would tell David as much.
It didn't feel as though he didn't have any passion for it at all.
In fact, his obsession felt more like an obligation.
Like it had to be done.
"Do I need to have passion for it to be my dream?"
Davids faced softened at this, as though he felt guilty of the answer for some reason.
"Yes, Icarus, otherwise it's not your dream."
"Then I think I don't have a dream at all."
"Then it seems we are the same."
"…And why would that be?"
"Because my dream is to see yours come to fruition, so if you don't have one, I can't possibly have one either."