[ It's always felt temporary to him, too, a worrisome annoyance before he can get back to his real life. But now -- what is is his life? What does he have left? He made the unwise impulsive decision to seek out Grace, like some kind of autonomic reflex. Harold was somehow still alive, therefore he must find Grace. He hadn't meant to let her see him. Or had he? Is he just fooling himself again?
There is a life waiting for him back home, and he knows it. That is the gift John, and Root, and Elias, and Nathan, and not least of which the Machine gave him. It's a gift he doesn't want to squander.
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[ It's always felt temporary to him, too, a worrisome annoyance before he can get back to his real life. But now -- what is is his life? What does he have left? He made the unwise impulsive decision to seek out Grace, like some kind of autonomic reflex. Harold was somehow still alive, therefore he must find Grace. He hadn't meant to let her see him. Or had he? Is he just fooling himself again?
There is a life waiting for him back home, and he knows it. That is the gift John, and Root, and Elias, and Nathan, and not least of which the Machine gave him. It's a gift he doesn't want to squander.
He's just not sure he wants it. ]
But I also don't know how to live without him.