[This world was just messing with him... He pushed a small sigh through his nose as she began to speak, anticipating her usual response about painful memories, but finding that the answer he got wasn't just the same old deflection.]
[She'd... thought about this.]
[He stopped with her, watching her as she spoke with a distant sadness in his eyes. Even if they needed love to heal, like he'd said again and again... would it always end in tragedy? Did it always put everyone in danger? Maybe she was right.]
[Unconsciously, he squeezed her hand.]
And what if we find the Programmer? What if we destroy the servers? [He swallowed nervously.] What will your answer be then?
[He knew he was pushing it. Honestly, he didn't even know why he was so desperate to hear her answer, driven by something he couldn't--or wouldn't--identify.]
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[She'd... thought about this.]
[He stopped with her, watching her as she spoke with a distant sadness in his eyes. Even if they needed love to heal, like he'd said again and again... would it always end in tragedy? Did it always put everyone in danger? Maybe she was right.]
[Unconsciously, he squeezed her hand.]
And what if we find the Programmer? What if we destroy the servers? [He swallowed nervously.] What will your answer be then?
[He knew he was pushing it. Honestly, he didn't even know why he was so desperate to hear her answer, driven by something he couldn't--or wouldn't--identify.]