[Of course. In the end, the Librarian is still part of the Library. It's not about morality. If the Library bade her to run over that orphanage for the sake of her dream, Carmen's dream, she wouldn't throw herself to the ground in front of it to prevent it from going, perhaps.]
[He closes his eyes, a little pained.]
Of course there's no good reason. There was no good reason for what I did all these years, on my end. Saying it was a job was a poor excuse.
[In the end, the City took him, chewed him, made him into this twisted thing.]
But you know...that's not exactly what I asked. It isn't about change, or justification. It really isn't about selfish reasons either, I suppose.
[He stops, keeps his gaze, but it feels dimmer, withdrawn, like an animal that's pulled itself back into its dark excuse of a rotten flimsy house in the corner of a grim yard.]
...I wouldn't be able to judge you, anyhow.
[He would've burned the world down, in that heated moment when he had lost it all. Thousands would die. He still holds that wretched dream in his heart.]
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[He closes his eyes, a little pained.]
Of course there's no good reason. There was no good reason for what I did all these years, on my end. Saying it was a job was a poor excuse.
[In the end, the City took him, chewed him, made him into this twisted thing.]
But you know...that's not exactly what I asked. It isn't about change, or justification. It really isn't about selfish reasons either, I suppose.
[He stops, keeps his gaze, but it feels dimmer, withdrawn, like an animal that's pulled itself back into its dark excuse of a rotten flimsy house in the corner of a grim yard.]
...I wouldn't be able to judge you, anyhow.
[He would've burned the world down, in that heated moment when he had lost it all. Thousands would die. He still holds that wretched dream in his heart.]
[He's no better, really.]