[ There's a sudden clash of memories. The Machine made it to the satellite. He died on the rooftop. But he also had dinner with Harold, Harold stood up and left, he put the pasta in containers. It leaves him unsure, he doesn't know what he's supposed to do. Harold said they were good friends, in both sets of memories, but he also walked away from John at the table. His smile falters as he tries to figure out what to do.
He needs to tell Harold that he remembers, it's one thing to guess at his death and another thing to have experienced it. To have seen Harold turn and walk to the stairs. To have seen Harold walk to safety, to life. But he also wants to cling to what he remembers here in Etraya; the warmth that grew between them. Only he doesn't think that's what Harold wants, even if he doesn't understand why. Harold doesn't want John to make him eggs and toast, or pancakes. ]
I remembered, this morning. You made it down the building. She told me you would, but I didn't know for certain.
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He needs to tell Harold that he remembers, it's one thing to guess at his death and another thing to have experienced it. To have seen Harold turn and walk to the stairs. To have seen Harold walk to safety, to life. But he also wants to cling to what he remembers here in Etraya; the warmth that grew between them. Only he doesn't think that's what Harold wants, even if he doesn't understand why. Harold doesn't want John to make him eggs and toast, or pancakes. ]
I remembered, this morning. You made it down the building. She told me you would, but I didn't know for certain.