"A whoopsie." Foster repeats it back at him in a deadened tone.
It's not that he expected anything more out of Taako--or even wanted more out of him. He wanted nothing. He wanted nothing from Taako. Infinite, soul-blanking miles of nothing, hours and days and month of emptiness in which nothing, again nothing was given or exchanged ever again.
He--his other self--were they the same? Were they? Were they both him? No. That was impossible. (Factual, final.) A life with a sister, a friendship, something of value? A... life? (Scorn.)
A life as a person?
A life.
He--
"He" never should have counted on someone else. "He" was a fool. Believing in himself, believing in someone else, as though success were ever a possibility for anyone like him.
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It's not that he expected anything more out of Taako--or even wanted more out of him. He wanted nothing. He wanted nothing from Taako. Infinite, soul-blanking miles of nothing, hours and days and month of emptiness in which nothing, again nothing was given or exchanged ever again.
He--his other self--were they the same? Were they? Were they both him? No. That was impossible. (Factual, final.) A life with a sister, a friendship, something of value? A... life? (Scorn.)
A life as a person?
A life.
He--
"He" never should have counted on someone else. "He" was a fool. Believing in himself, believing in someone else, as though success were ever a possibility for anyone like him.
But he'd wanted, he'd hoped, he'd had
Didn't he get a chance
There was never a choice.
Except--
Well. It was too late now.