he wondered, sometimes, if it had been as painful for marie. in the end, the three of them were close, but syd trusted knox in a way he thought he'd never trust anyone else. he wasn't good at letting people close, too busy keeping his head down for that and could understand machines far better than he ever understood people. he didn't understand knox, probably never would. (never would have had the chance to.)
but in the end, he asked himself over a hundred sleepless nights, why knox would have sacrificed himself for him. so many people died because of syd--because of yovel--but none seemed to hurt more than watching knox take the burden that was supposed to be his own. a debt repaid, or something.
syd isn't sure if he can move. he's not the type to do so, not always. he's not sure if he wants to punch knox in the face for not telling him that he could have survived, or kiss the life out of him, now that no one's here, no one's watching, and there's an infinite (almost) amount of time.
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did you love my son?
not at first, no.
so, did you love my son?
i don't want to talk about knox.
he wondered, sometimes, if it had been as painful for marie. in the end, the three of them were close, but syd trusted knox in a way he thought he'd never trust anyone else. he wasn't good at letting people close, too busy keeping his head down for that and could understand machines far better than he ever understood people. he didn't understand knox, probably never would. (never would have had the chance to.)
but in the end, he asked himself over a hundred sleepless nights, why knox would have sacrificed himself for him. so many people died because of syd--because of yovel--but none seemed to hurt more than watching knox take the burden that was supposed to be his own. a debt repaid, or something.
syd isn't sure if he can move. he's not the type to do so, not always. he's not sure if he wants to punch knox in the face for not telling him that he could have survived, or kiss the life out of him, now that no one's here, no one's watching, and there's an infinite (almost) amount of time.
he opts for the second. ]