[ Harold grasps her hands tightly in his, eyes closing for a long moment as he works through the emotions her words provoke. ]
No-- no, you're right. [ He opens his eyes and meets hers, gaze sad but steely, somehow. The part of him he'd found after Root's death bubbles to the surface, when he'd questioned himself on his own rules, his own morals. What are they really worth if they lead to so much loss? Can he say he cares about human life if he doesn't care about those of his loved ones just as much?
He'd changed then, fundamentally. He can change again. The first time took him fifty years, but this time it's easier. ]
I don't see why I need to go back at all, [ he declares, the seed of an idea he'd had talking to Accelerator taking root. ] He died for me, the least I can do is live here for him.
[ It seems the harder thing to do than dying, but Harold has never been afraid of doing the harder thing. ]
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No-- no, you're right. [ He opens his eyes and meets hers, gaze sad but steely, somehow. The part of him he'd found after Root's death bubbles to the surface, when he'd questioned himself on his own rules, his own morals. What are they really worth if they lead to so much loss? Can he say he cares about human life if he doesn't care about those of his loved ones just as much?
He'd changed then, fundamentally. He can change again. The first time took him fifty years, but this time it's easier. ]
I don't see why I need to go back at all, [ he declares, the seed of an idea he'd had talking to Accelerator taking root. ] He died for me, the least I can do is live here for him.
[ It seems the harder thing to do than dying, but Harold has never been afraid of doing the harder thing. ]