Harold takes it as it's meant, that she tries when it's practicable but has not made a concerted effort to do so. It makes sense, and is the same for him. Information is power, but statistics are deceiving. Humanity can't be drilled down to numbers. Harold will use every scrap of logic available to him but will ultimately defer to the complete illogic of the privilege of being.
Whether one or two people go and come back and remember, himself included, doesn't imply anything for the rest of them. They each need to make their own choices, and they should be respected.
"We can only judge for ourselves where practicality ends for us and dignity begins," Harold answers with an equally deceptive lightness, gazing out across the water at the other Etrayans enjoying themselves and garnering participation points at the same time. There's no threat to their dignity the way there would be for him.
"Don't you think, Ms. Gordon?"
If she wants to sulk in her grief, he won't judge her. They each need to make their own choices, and they should be respected. That might as well be his personal mantra.
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Whether one or two people go and come back and remember, himself included, doesn't imply anything for the rest of them. They each need to make their own choices, and they should be respected.
"We can only judge for ourselves where practicality ends for us and dignity begins," Harold answers with an equally deceptive lightness, gazing out across the water at the other Etrayans enjoying themselves and garnering participation points at the same time. There's no threat to their dignity the way there would be for him.
"Don't you think, Ms. Gordon?"
If she wants to sulk in her grief, he won't judge her. They each need to make their own choices, and they should be respected. That might as well be his personal mantra.