Put like that, Eduardo does see it. Mark may be a lot of things — the words lying, backstabbing son of a bitch come to mind even now — but regardless of what was done to him, Eduardo doesn't think his former best friend to be deliberately malicious. At least, not with anyone else, and that's what's in question. He barely knows about the conflict with the Winklevoss twins, because it was irrelevant. They sent a letter and they held a grudge and that was that. Eduardo didn't think they would give up so easily or anything (why else would he have accused them of planting the story about the chicken?), but at the end of the day, they hardly had anything to do with Facebook. Having been a part of the site's creation, and having once known Mark, he'd like to think, incredibly well, that's one thing he could never deny.
"Saw it from the beginning," Eduardo says, almost thoughtful, nodding in agreement. They had, admittedly, always struck him as arrogant, anyway, their claiming to want to help Mark rehabilitate his image rankling even him (as if Mark needed it. The drunk blogging thing was stupid, but Eduardo doesn't doubt that Mark knew what he was doing every step of the way). The reminder is enough that Eduardo can almost get why he'd have been coming to Mark's defense, even so long after the fact. It isn't like it's much different than what he's doing now, sitting and having a beer, quick to agree with him. (From the Winklevosses' perspective, he'd guess that they would call their situation comparable to his. He would argue that Cameron and Tyler don't have the first fucking idea what it's like to be betrayed by Mark. Granted, it was the same principles at hand, a sign of what he should have seen coming, maybe, but still not the same thing.) Sipping his beer, he smiles a little despite himself around the rim of the glass. "They're so self-entitled, I'm sure they really thought they deserved it, too. They wouldn't need the money except to make a point."
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Date: 2011-05-21 12:25 am (UTC)"Saw it from the beginning," Eduardo says, almost thoughtful, nodding in agreement. They had, admittedly, always struck him as arrogant, anyway, their claiming to want to help Mark rehabilitate his image rankling even him (as if Mark needed it. The drunk blogging thing was stupid, but Eduardo doesn't doubt that Mark knew what he was doing every step of the way). The reminder is enough that Eduardo can almost get why he'd have been coming to Mark's defense, even so long after the fact. It isn't like it's much different than what he's doing now, sitting and having a beer, quick to agree with him. (From the Winklevosses' perspective, he'd guess that they would call their situation comparable to his. He would argue that Cameron and Tyler don't have the first fucking idea what it's like to be betrayed by Mark. Granted, it was the same principles at hand, a sign of what he should have seen coming, maybe, but still not the same thing.) Sipping his beer, he smiles a little despite himself around the rim of the glass. "They're so self-entitled, I'm sure they really thought they deserved it, too. They wouldn't need the money except to make a point."