[ Harold is honestly grateful Maria isn't hung up on what he reveals. It's such a fact of life for him now, and he finds anyone who gets stuck on the details, on understanding what he's done, tends to be the kind of person he's wary of. They end up wanting to use the Machine, or use him. Harold is telling Maria because it's emotionally relevant, and that's the context in which she receives it.

There's so much he could say -- so much that happened -- Root's death, or the final acceptance that the Machine is his child, and then losing her shortly thereafter. But Harold can only handle so much at once, so he keeps the conversation to what he had, in fact, wanted to talk to Maria about: how to live with John in Etraya. ]

He and the Machine both, [ Harold says, but in a broken tone, devastated. ] I can't... blame them, but I also...

[ What he really can't say to John, not now and not ever. In a hushed whisper: ] I can't help feeling betrayed. I thought things would end, that I'd found my end. They took it from me, and gave me... a life I didn't think I'd have again.

[ What is he supposed to do with it now? ]