I'm not sure Kennedy -- your Kennedy and the Kennedy in the books, the only Kennedy worth writing about -- is all that simplifiable. He's pretty much all about conflicts and contradictions and so forth. Man who loves theater and art and books, man who loves the Navy in all of her fearsome, bloody glory, and so on. Whenever I read your fic about him, I always get this sense of the back-and-forth pull.

Like in the first one, the one about him and the lake in Scotland. On the one hand, it's about him asserting control and taking himself away to a safe place, and on the other and at the very same time, it's about him losing control in the deepest way possible -- losing control over his memories.

That sort of contradiction is what I love the most about him, really.