Why wouldn't Taako just leave him? That's what everyone else does--it's what Foster encourages them, forces them to do.
He doesn't want help--there's nothing to help.
Helping him is a waste--of time, of energy, of self.
And Taako especially has worn out his ability to be a welcome opportunity.
Foster laughs at him. It's the kind of hollow, bitter, wretched laugh that is only remotely humourous somewhere in the rotten tunnels of Foster's diseased brain.
"Oh, so now I'm to ask RM after all? Forsake my fate to writhe and beg supplication at her feet?" He stops laughing.
"The problem isn't my brain." Taako can't see him, but he'll be able to hear the downshift in Foster's voice, the dispassionate fatalism which he nurses at the root of his decay.
"Cure the disease and you're still left with something rotten. 25 years of waste. It doesn't matter what you fix in me, I'm still... myself."
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He doesn't want help--there's nothing to help.
Helping him is a waste--of time, of energy, of self.
And Taako especially has worn out his ability to be a welcome opportunity.
Foster laughs at him. It's the kind of hollow, bitter, wretched laugh that is only remotely humourous somewhere in the rotten tunnels of Foster's diseased brain.
"Oh, so now I'm to ask RM after all? Forsake my fate to writhe and beg supplication at her feet?" He stops laughing.
"The problem isn't my brain." Taako can't see him, but he'll be able to hear the downshift in Foster's voice, the dispassionate fatalism which he nurses at the root of his decay.
"Cure the disease and you're still left with something rotten. 25 years of waste. It doesn't matter what you fix in me, I'm still... myself."
Disgusting.