[He hesitates. But no, it's better if he doesn't talk too much about the lake creatures' role -- even through the strange feeling of almost-vertigo muffling all emotion and reaction he can't quite bring himself to do that part.]
I wanted to-- I wanted him to be able to choose his own death. At least. After everything.
[He remembers Talcott from last week, at the trial, and feels the memory dig in a little deeper and sharper and more accusing. That he wasn't even able to do this, give him that much at the end.
Somehow it's a fitting coda to a week like this one.
And he's distracted, but they're not the only ones who didn't predict the lake cats, were they?]
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I wanted to-- I wanted him to be able to choose his own death. At least. After everything.
[He remembers Talcott from last week, at the trial, and feels the memory dig in a little deeper and sharper and more accusing. That he wasn't even able to do this, give him that much at the end.
Somehow it's a fitting coda to a week like this one.
And he's distracted, but they're not the only ones who didn't predict the lake cats, were they?]