I don't think I'd like that very much either. I'm still young, you know?
[He giggles into his wine and takes another sip of it.] I guess I just wouldn't fully understand the impact of that since... [In a significantly lower voice;] I've always been reluctant to help everyone escape, anyway. Everyone- well, almost everyone -has been so nice, and I was so lonely by myself.
[And back to a normal volume;] Wording it as "protecting people from the truth" makes it sound awfully scandalous, don't you think?
When I still believed that there was a complicated piece of machinery involved, I was afraid that one of us would get a hold of it and accidentally send someone to the middle of a star or something. I don't think too many people believed that it was a good enough reason to wait until someone who knew what they were doing came along. With that in mind...
Not that I held it against you before, but I can see why you kept that information to yourself. Even now it worries me that my fate is tied to something as delicate as a photo, even if it can be copied somehow.
I wonder if that's also how we come back no matter what happens to us. See, a while ago I was literally torn apart, I mean, just all over, ripped open. It was so unbearable that I asked Agent Washington to just shoot me right here. [He presses a finger to his forehead.]
But later I was just fine, like nothing had happened. I know that this place originally started as part of an experiment to raise the dead, but I also know that it doesn't work on everyone - which is why Proctor is no longer with us. Ever since that incident it's been bothering me. Was I cloned? Or something else?
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[He giggles into his wine and takes another sip of it.] I guess I just wouldn't fully understand the impact of that since... [In a significantly lower voice;] I've always been reluctant to help everyone escape, anyway. Everyone- well, almost everyone -has been so nice, and I was so lonely by myself.
[And back to a normal volume;] Wording it as "protecting people from the truth" makes it sound awfully scandalous, don't you think?
When I still believed that there was a complicated piece of machinery involved, I was afraid that one of us would get a hold of it and accidentally send someone to the middle of a star or something. I don't think too many people believed that it was a good enough reason to wait until someone who knew what they were doing came along. With that in mind...
Not that I held it against you before, but I can see why you kept that information to yourself. Even now it worries me that my fate is tied to something as delicate as a photo, even if it can be copied somehow.
I wonder if that's also how we come back no matter what happens to us. See, a while ago I was literally torn apart, I mean, just all over, ripped open. It was so unbearable that I asked Agent Washington to just shoot me right here. [He presses a finger to his forehead.]
But later I was just fine, like nothing had happened. I know that this place originally started as part of an experiment to raise the dead, but I also know that it doesn't work on everyone - which is why Proctor is no longer with us. Ever since that incident it's been bothering me. Was I cloned? Or something else?