Ready...Aim...FIRE!
For Nocapszy, the thrill is in the chase; the pursuit of the ideal. To what end is relative to the subject inside his reticule; like a gunslinger, his ammunition is volleyed towards those that offer flimsy, ill-defended premise as authentic canon.
That isn't to suggest that he limits his vision towards the intellectual shyster; rather, that his eyes labor to uncurl those that try to assert (illegitimate) hierarchy over his brother. Nocapszy is thusly the conscious embodiment of parity; the urgent desire to shovel bullshit from the social stable into the pasture where it belongs. While it might not correct the deformities within the liar, at least it reduces the stink.
Realistically, that is all one can hope for - a tidy house with a deviated world beyond one's windows, buzzing like a billion bees, waiting to invade. What doesn't logically work inside surely would have a "practical" place outside. Logic and practice do not always align; artificial social status does not translate into actual superiority; illusion as a way to protect control while ignoring the truth. You are a lens into that truth.
You might be less a gunslinger than a judge.
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