Well, he'll be here, and heaven fucking forbid if someone tries to critique his shitty parenting.
"Just got more hard work ahead," he agrees, oddly mildly. His grip on Dave's shoulder relents, but his hand stays put. "There'll always be more. Always figured I got off easy in comparison, knowing I'd die before the end. How're people made to fight, 'cause they gotta, supposed to adapt?"
An interesting thing to say, since it's definitely how he feels about this place as a whole. He sighs, eventually turning his head to look at him, curious. He feels exposed without his glasses.
"You gotta go back sometime." Without him. Ain't nothin' but cold death waiting for him if he goes back. But he's resigned to this, to Dave having a greater purpose. He's the vessel, the hands shaping the clay, the stepping stone. It is what it is.
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"Just got more hard work ahead," he agrees, oddly mildly. His grip on Dave's shoulder relents, but his hand stays put. "There'll always be more. Always figured I got off easy in comparison, knowing I'd die before the end. How're people made to fight, 'cause they gotta, supposed to adapt?"
An interesting thing to say, since it's definitely how he feels about this place as a whole. He sighs, eventually turning his head to look at him, curious. He feels exposed without his glasses.
"You gotta go back sometime." Without him. Ain't nothin' but cold death waiting for him if he goes back. But he's resigned to this, to Dave having a greater purpose. He's the vessel, the hands shaping the clay, the stepping stone. It is what it is.