To his mind, that means leaving the line of duty. Leaving the Legion. He is stuck here, for however long it takes to return home, but even then...even if he does return home, can he just pick up arms again? What is true here would be true there.
If he had stayed in the In-Between, things would be simpler. He survives, now, but without any of the sense of purpose he once had. How long does a man endure without that?
"If I cannot trust my own choices, I cannot ask it of anyone else. It will be better, this way." And his gaze finally fixes on Washington once again, waiting for something. Anything. A sign that he understands, that he was right after all, and that Locus is finally accepting the truth that he'd denied for so long.
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To his mind, that means leaving the line of duty. Leaving the Legion. He is stuck here, for however long it takes to return home, but even then...even if he does return home, can he just pick up arms again? What is true here would be true there.
If he had stayed in the In-Between, things would be simpler. He survives, now, but without any of the sense of purpose he once had. How long does a man endure without that?
"If I cannot trust my own choices, I cannot ask it of anyone else. It will be better, this way." And his gaze finally fixes on Washington once again, waiting for something. Anything. A sign that he understands, that he was right after all, and that Locus is finally accepting the truth that he'd denied for so long.
Shouldn't...he be happier about this?