[The determination has plateaued, level with a residual numbness. He does not sound or feel angry. There can be no scientist without believing in your own creations. He smiles, in fact, a very mild, hollow one.]
I don't care why you did it. You can live with your mistakes as I have to live with mine.
[His hand slides down; he lift the crutch up off the ground by the middle, and he turns to walk away with only the barest hints of any limp. He stops to turn his head without looking all the way back.]
I may not have had long to live, but I can at least experience it while I'm here without self-destructing.
no subject
That's fine.
[The determination has plateaued, level with a residual numbness. He does not sound or feel angry. There can be no scientist without believing in your own creations. He smiles, in fact, a very mild, hollow one.]
I don't care why you did it. You can live with your mistakes as I have to live with mine.
[His hand slides down; he lift the crutch up off the ground by the middle, and he turns to walk away with only the barest hints of any limp. He stops to turn his head without looking all the way back.]
I may not have had long to live, but I can at least experience it while I'm here without self-destructing.
[And then he keeps going.]