He feels it too, of course. The longing ache of 'might have been'.
But it was much too late for different paths. It had been too late before he had ever come to this place.
They hadn't even been able to make it a convincing illusion, which seemed especially unfair to them. But, as more than one person here had reminded him, Milliways had never claimed to be Utopia.
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Date: 2006-06-25 07:17 am (UTC)But it was much too late for different paths. It had been too late before he had ever come to this place.
They hadn't even been able to make it a convincing illusion, which seemed especially unfair to them. But, as more than one person here had reminded him, Milliways had never claimed to be Utopia.
"So what will you do now?" he asks quietly.
Because he has no idea what he will do.
And there never was a "we."