[ Oh. No. He hasn't reached any kind of inner stability at all, he realizes, as his heart compresses in his chest with a force of emotion he can't begin to name. ]
You've remembered, [ he echoes distantly, not processing yet. ] You died. And so did the Machine.
[ Harold has to say it so he can hear the words out loud for the first time since he came back to Etraya. It cuts at him, makes his gut ache where he took the bullet, still not totally healed. What else is there to say? John died. The Machine died. Harold had to say goodbye. ]
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You've remembered, [ he echoes distantly, not processing yet. ] You died. And so did the Machine.
[ Harold has to say it so he can hear the words out loud for the first time since he came back to Etraya. It cuts at him, makes his gut ache where he took the bullet, still not totally healed. What else is there to say? John died. The Machine died. Harold had to say goodbye. ]