[His voice comes a little low, a little soft, coloured vaguely with a bleak kind of concern. Should he begin to lose himself here, should whatever temporary fix ALASTAIR has placed on his mind begin to undo itself-- well. He trusts in Haise to do as he'd promised, to try to end him before things should progress too far, but considering the opinions of the others here, their blind insistence on prolonging life at any cost, can he count on them to stand aside and let it happen? The risk remains, doesn't it? That they'd intervene, insist on trying to 'save' something that didn't want to be saved. That didn't believe his was a life worth saving.
It gets to him, all of this, weighs heavy on his dark loamy heart. Quite suddenly, he feels exhausted.]
Perhaps it would. Or perhaps it would only escalate things further, push people towards violence. I don't know. But what I do know is that a team of this size, from so many different walks of life and with such variable opinions-- we're unruly at best. Scattered. We would all benefit, I think, from stricter structure and clearer rules. Alas, it doesn't seem to be something we'll get.
[But perhaps its just him who needs such things, longs for them. Wants the ugly certainty of choices made for him by some higher power, large and bright and all-encompassing enough that their choices would eclipse his own, regardless of his feelings on the matter. The way things had been, back there, despite that it had never brought him anything but deep and silent misery.]
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[His voice comes a little low, a little soft, coloured vaguely with a bleak kind of concern. Should he begin to lose himself here, should whatever temporary fix ALASTAIR has placed on his mind begin to undo itself-- well. He trusts in Haise to do as he'd promised, to try to end him before things should progress too far, but considering the opinions of the others here, their blind insistence on prolonging life at any cost, can he count on them to stand aside and let it happen? The risk remains, doesn't it? That they'd intervene, insist on trying to 'save' something that didn't want to be saved. That didn't believe his was a life worth saving.
It gets to him, all of this, weighs heavy on his dark loamy heart. Quite suddenly, he feels exhausted.]
Perhaps it would. Or perhaps it would only escalate things further, push people towards violence. I don't know. But what I do know is that a team of this size, from so many different walks of life and with such variable opinions-- we're unruly at best. Scattered. We would all benefit, I think, from stricter structure and clearer rules. Alas, it doesn't seem to be something we'll get.
[But perhaps its just him who needs such things, longs for them. Wants the ugly certainty of choices made for him by some higher power, large and bright and all-encompassing enough that their choices would eclipse his own, regardless of his feelings on the matter. The way things had been, back there, despite that it had never brought him anything but deep and silent misery.]