Maybe. [ he answers quietly, hearing the well meant intentions in quill's words. but he's not necessarily in a state of positivity, limbs numb with the way the drugs affect him, keeping him slumped there on the ground like he might just as well be prepared to waste away right where he sits.
he knows he's found reasons to keep pushing himself, how he'd taken bancroft's case from an instinct that there was more for him to discover from it aside from the mystery of the murder. just as he's come here, to this station, from making a deal that may or may not fix mistakes from the past.
still, he's not even sure that he believes even that, which makes it all the more reason to consider quill's words as something to consider for himself. ]
But if anyone should have survived, it should have been her. I ... I couldn't save them. And I can't — I can't save anyone.
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he knows he's found reasons to keep pushing himself, how he'd taken bancroft's case from an instinct that there was more for him to discover from it aside from the mystery of the murder. just as he's come here, to this station, from making a deal that may or may not fix mistakes from the past.
still, he's not even sure that he believes even that, which makes it all the more reason to consider quill's words as something to consider for himself. ]
But if anyone should have survived, it should have been her. I ... I couldn't save them. And I can't — I can't save anyone.
[ so what is he here for? ]