Right. I didn't make that choice. If I could've chosen, I--
The ending frightens Neil. Scares him right out of Alex's hold. He backpedals, eyes widening in panic, in realization, before he stops against one of his gutted machines. From the feel and the position, it was once his meteorological instrument.
The recognition brings a wave of apathy, an indifference that overwhelms all other emotions, until he is able to stand straight and look the other man in the eye. "This isn't something I'm ever able to make up for, right?" he asks flatly. The query's rhetorical, but one he can't help voicing. "Is it better to just give up on trying to make peace with my old man?"
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The ending frightens Neil. Scares him right out of Alex's hold. He backpedals, eyes widening in panic, in realization, before he stops against one of his gutted machines. From the feel and the position, it was once his meteorological instrument.
The recognition brings a wave of apathy, an indifference that overwhelms all other emotions, until he is able to stand straight and look the other man in the eye. "This isn't something I'm ever able to make up for, right?" he asks flatly. The query's rhetorical, but one he can't help voicing. "Is it better to just give up on trying to make peace with my old man?"