Booker knew they cared. They were all they had in the world so of course they cared and they loved him. He didn't doubt that. Was he worth it? Probably not. Booker didn't feel worth the effort.
"I don't think you can stop my suffering either," he said as he turned his head to look up at her. "We're not helping. We're just throwing ourselves at endless conflicts. I... I'm a coward. I never wanted to fight especially endlessly. Especially when it does nothing."
If he was cursed with this immortality why throw himself at nothing. At pointless things? Booker couldn't wrap his mind around it. The whiskey might be helping with that. It was a little hard to think through the haze.
"But I don't want to send you to fight without me just because I'm a fucking coward."
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Date: 2020-09-11 11:42 pm (UTC)"I don't think you can stop my suffering either," he said as he turned his head to look up at her. "We're not helping. We're just throwing ourselves at endless conflicts. I... I'm a coward. I never wanted to fight especially endlessly. Especially when it does nothing."
If he was cursed with this immortality why throw himself at nothing. At pointless things? Booker couldn't wrap his mind around it. The whiskey might be helping with that. It was a little hard to think through the haze.
"But I don't want to send you to fight without me just because I'm a fucking coward."