"Which is it, Alistair? Am I too self-important and ambitious to recognize and remember my mistakes? Or am I a, a mere automaton judging people by the value of their function? -- no. You know what? I'm not fighting with you. I'm not doing this."
He's advanced on the bathroom door, leaning back against it, arms still folded tight. Snapping through the wood. "I'm making sure you get the care and good treatment that you need, that you deserve, until you've decided what to do from here. And I'm not leaving until I'm satisfied that you won't hurt yourself out of exhaustion and starvation. We can just -- mutually forget the part where we've known each other going on twenty years and somehow you think it just -- didn't matter that you disappeared!"
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Armies. Commanding. Professional.
"Which is it, Alistair? Am I too self-important and ambitious to recognize and remember my mistakes? Or am I a, a mere automaton judging people by the value of their function? -- no. You know what? I'm not fighting with you. I'm not doing this."
He's advanced on the bathroom door, leaning back against it, arms still folded tight. Snapping through the wood. "I'm making sure you get the care and good treatment that you need, that you deserve, until you've decided what to do from here. And I'm not leaving until I'm satisfied that you won't hurt yourself out of exhaustion and starvation. We can just -- mutually forget the part where we've known each other going on twenty years and somehow you think it just -- didn't matter that you disappeared!"