Don't. You can try to spin this around on me all you want, but I didn't know—you're the one that did this. You're the one that tried to move on. Change your name. Do it all over again.
[ Doc seems to consider this, but you don't feel a hint of real remorse.
'I have a goal here, Captain Lovelace. It doesn't look good now, but it'll pay off. It's for the betterment of mankind. And for there to be progress, some things have to be lost.'
'Me, I'm ready to make that sacrifice in the name of growth.'
'You could be, too. It looks rough now, but once we get through that storm... we could all be living in a better universe.'
'I'll be sure to commemorate their names as heroes.'
[ Isabel's gun fires, and the scene suddenly shatters, like she shot a mirror, like she shot a thin panel of ice. It splinters as her bullet stops in place, exactly where it should've gone, right in that fucker's head.
And then everything shatters, leaving a black hole in the place of the doctor, a cold draft of wind coming from it that seems to pull Isabel forward.
The guilt still lies with you, but you don't have to contain it internally -- not when there's fuckers you know are to blame.
Don't fix the symptoms, fix the disease. Isabel would know best.
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Don't. You can try to spin this around on me all you want, but I didn't know—you're the one that did this. You're the one that tried to move on. Change your name. Do it all over again.
Cycle repeats until you're dead.
[ deep breath. steady aim. ]
Did you regret it? Even a little bit, at the end?
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'I have a goal here, Captain Lovelace. It doesn't look good now, but it'll pay off. It's for the betterment of mankind. And for there to be progress, some things have to be lost.'
'Me, I'm ready to make that sacrifice in the name of growth.'
'You could be, too. It looks rough now, but once we get through that storm... we could all be living in a better universe.'
'I'll be sure to commemorate their names as heroes.'
'What do you say?' ]
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[ she shoots him! ]
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And then everything shatters, leaving a black hole in the place of the doctor, a cold draft of wind coming from it that seems to pull Isabel forward.
The guilt still lies with you, but you don't have to contain it internally -- not when there's fuckers you know are to blame.
Don't fix the symptoms, fix the disease. Isabel would know best.
There's no way to go but forward. ]
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And you sink, and sink, and sink into the depths. And then you’re just... gone. But that’s not the end of the story.
and then, after that, no way to go but forward. where are the other two...? ]
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