[ Being isolated wasn't better, but it was tremendously easier -- Harold agrees with that sentiment completely.

He smiles ruefully at Accelerator at that last comment, reading through it and unashamed of his human weaknesses now. ] I've only myself to blame in that regard, [ he comments. ] If I must keep on living, the only way to make it bearable is to care.

[ About specific people and about ideals both. ]

Living without caring -- that's the worst fate of all, I think.