Since then he's found reasons -- a purpose, as he once told John -- to make it worthwhile to keep going, but he's never wholly embraced the idea that he wants to live again. Not a real life, not one that isn't him tucked in the shadows doing whatever small traces of good he can put onto the Earth before he dies. ]
Looking at him, I just keep thinking-- [ His voice breaks. ] I'm going to lose him again one day. [ They can't stay here forever in Etraya, can they? What's going to happen to John, and anyone else here who's died at home? It isn't a problem Harold's considered before, and now he can't stop thinking about it. ]
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[ In a lot of respects, Harold had given up on living a life as it was normally defined the day Nathan died. The bomb went off and he lost his best friend and his company, and then he abandoned his fiancée to protect her. Harold spent the next six months in a wheelchair refusing medical treatment, leaving him with a permanent limp and a limited range of motion in his spine. He gave up.
Since then he's found reasons -- a purpose, as he once told John -- to make it worthwhile to keep going, but he's never wholly embraced the idea that he wants to live again. Not a real life, not one that isn't him tucked in the shadows doing whatever small traces of good he can put onto the Earth before he dies. ]
Looking at him, I just keep thinking-- [ His voice breaks. ] I'm going to lose him again one day. [ They can't stay here forever in Etraya, can they? What's going to happen to John, and anyone else here who's died at home? It isn't a problem Harold's considered before, and now he can't stop thinking about it. ]