[There's something in that that strikes him hard, and it strikes him badly, and he isn't sure what he should do in response to it; it drives up something deep within his chest, and for some reason there's anger in it but he's fairly sure that isn't the reaction he actually wants to have.
It was a mistake coming here.
That's the first and most prevalent thought he has with regards to all of this, that it was a mistake to come here and he really should just leave, because tools are worthless if they can't do the basic tasks that they were created to do; he has nothing more to do here, nothing else that he wants to say - but that isn't true, is it. It's not that he has nothing more to say but rather that he has no way to say it, and he's sort of staring by this point but bluntly put, he can't bring himself to care.]
It's as I said. I...knew what was going to happen. I was at peace with it.
[The words are strangely blank, as though he's not sure what he should be doing with himself.]
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It was a mistake coming here.
That's the first and most prevalent thought he has with regards to all of this, that it was a mistake to come here and he really should just leave, because tools are worthless if they can't do the basic tasks that they were created to do; he has nothing more to do here, nothing else that he wants to say - but that isn't true, is it. It's not that he has nothing more to say but rather that he has no way to say it, and he's sort of staring by this point but bluntly put, he can't bring himself to care.]
It's as I said. I...knew what was going to happen. I was at peace with it.
[The words are strangely blank, as though he's not sure what he should be doing with himself.]