Without Jack, he wondered if he'd have come to the same conclusion. He liked to think that he would. He liked to think he'd have continued on without hesitation, but he didn't think he could. He missed her. He missed late nights discussing running trips and weekend-long marathons of the West Wing.
But that was the past. He had to move on from the past.
He turned away from her and walked on. He could hear her screaming behind him, a shrill, painful shriek of a memory being erased due to inefficiency.
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Date: 2009-11-17 12:37 am (UTC)Without Jack, he wondered if he'd have come to the same conclusion. He liked to think that he would. He liked to think he'd have continued on without hesitation, but he didn't think he could. He missed her. He missed late nights discussing running trips and weekend-long marathons of the West Wing.
But that was the past. He had to move on from the past.
He turned away from her and walked on. He could hear her screaming behind him, a shrill, painful shriek of a memory being erased due to inefficiency.
"Thanks," he said to Jack.