[he's quiet. still. not looking at Hiro. in the end, his first motion is to move his hand towards his face, swallowing as he tries to get his voice steady enough to speak...]
Most of my notes were back at the safehouse. I imagine they're still there, unless you brought them out. But I...have to admit, the idea of just...running from this...
[...he doesn't like it. he hates it, in fact. he's done too much, caused to much, to get off nearly that easily- he has a duty, here to himself and the world, to clean up this mess with his own hands. to do everything he can, to spend the rest of his life trying to find some sort of atonement...
and how would he even put that in to words? how can he admit that he all but sold his soul, in there, and can do no less than an endless and, perhaps, vain trial to earn it back?]
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Most of my notes were back at the safehouse. I imagine they're still there, unless you brought them out. But I...have to admit, the idea of just...running from this...
[...he doesn't like it. he hates it, in fact. he's done too much, caused to much, to get off nearly that easily- he has a duty, here to himself and the world, to clean up this mess with his own hands. to do everything he can, to spend the rest of his life trying to find some sort of atonement...
and how would he even put that in to words? how can he admit that he all but sold his soul, in there, and can do no less than an endless and, perhaps, vain trial to earn it back?]