[They blatantly aren't. All the same, he's picked up one or two things between the halting words that might be worth remembering. So close, so damn close to making up his mind.
He straightens up to look back at them anyway, eyes bright and cold under his damp jacket hood.]
Goin' out on a limb here, but it sounds like you've wanted to unload this stuff on someone for a while. Like maybe you're not proud that this is where you're coming from...? Maybe that's a stretch. But I get ya there.
[By this point, none of the still-fluttering snow is touching him. Just as the individual flakes are about to land on him, they vanish - a few with a hiss, the majority with no sign that they existed at all.]
So, let me rephrase what I just said. Everyone makes mistakes... accidents, bad calls. Killer mistakes, sometimes. Ones where it kills you to just suck it up and keep going somehow. But that's all you can do.
Then there are the things that we can't call mistakes. Things that aren't so easily walked back.
[He shrugs, just as if that was another joke - just as if part of him, behind that flawless wall, isn't burning. Hell, let's just go.]
Do YOU want to hear the truth...? The truth is... those don't matter any more, either. Any more than the real mistakes. Look around us. We're still trapped on an island, but we've got the whole of the sky.
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[They blatantly aren't. All the same, he's picked up one or two things between the halting words that might be worth remembering. So close, so damn close to making up his mind.
He straightens up to look back at them anyway, eyes bright and cold under his damp jacket hood.]
Goin' out on a limb here, but it sounds like you've wanted to unload this stuff on someone for a while. Like maybe you're not proud that this is where you're coming from...? Maybe that's a stretch. But I get ya there.
[By this point, none of the still-fluttering snow is touching him. Just as the individual flakes are about to land on him, they vanish - a few with a hiss, the majority with no sign that they existed at all.]
So, let me rephrase what I just said. Everyone makes mistakes... accidents, bad calls. Killer mistakes, sometimes. Ones where it kills you to just suck it up and keep going somehow. But that's all you can do.
Then there are the things that we can't call mistakes. Things that aren't so easily walked back.
[He shrugs, just as if that was another joke - just as if part of him, behind that flawless wall, isn't burning. Hell, let's just go.]
Do YOU want to hear the truth...? The truth is... those don't matter any more, either. Any more than the real mistakes. Look around us. We're still trapped on an island, but we've got the whole of the sky.
Why would it matter... what you left underground?