[ He cuts himself off, the frustration rising in his tone alarmingly fast. He doesn't truly blame John, or the Machine -- they both loved him, he knows that, he just doesn't know what he has left in him anymore.
Harold has to close his eyes to say this, can't look at that same smile John gave him right before he died for him. ]
I'm tired of being the one who's left alive, John. [ His voice trembles with exhaustion. ] I don't know how to do this again.
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[ He cuts himself off, the frustration rising in his tone alarmingly fast. He doesn't truly blame John, or the Machine -- they both loved him, he knows that, he just doesn't know what he has left in him anymore.
Harold has to close his eyes to say this, can't look at that same smile John gave him right before he died for him. ]
I'm tired of being the one who's left alive, John. [ His voice trembles with exhaustion. ] I don't know how to do this again.