He made a sound that could have passed for a laugh, were there any real humor in it. "I'm not letting myself do anything, Suresh. It's just happening. My body seems to think I'm the wrong half of things here, and it's shaking me off like a bad case of fleas. And the only reason I'm here now is because I scratched at the Goddamn door for long enough, like -- like some kind of animal left outside in the cold. Do you have any idea what that's like? I'm tired. And between that and you trying to screw me over? It's too much. I can't keep going like this."
He didn't bother to grace that last question with a response. He didn't know and he didn't think it mattered much when he lost either way.
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Date: 2009-10-26 11:10 pm (UTC)He didn't bother to grace that last question with a response. He didn't know and he didn't think it mattered much when he lost either way.