[He sounds tired more than he sounds irritable. He looks away, to the side at first and then up at the sky. He follows it down where it meets the horizon, his brows as furrowed as they usually are most of the time.]
None of that matters to me... because... my path is different. [He doesn't deserve it.] It doesn't end with anything like that. It never... was going to end that way.
It's going to end the way it began: alone. What I have to do... is more important than anything like that.
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[He sounds tired more than he sounds irritable. He looks away, to the side at first and then up at the sky. He follows it down where it meets the horizon, his brows as furrowed as they usually are most of the time.]
None of that matters to me... because... my path is different. [He doesn't deserve it.] It doesn't end with anything like that. It never... was going to end that way.
It's going to end the way it began: alone. What I have to do... is more important than anything like that.