He leans back, shutting his eyes again. It doesn't seem fair that he should just abdicate responsibility for all this. That's something he's always sneered at in the others - they brag about their actions easily enough, but they're never willing to accept what the actual consequences were. But if this were happening to someone else? Say, Greta? He doubts he'd sit and argue that she should blame herself.
Whatever it may look like, he's not dropping off to sleep. "I bet it's falling apart without me." He felt conflicted about that even before Oswald. The assassins' fates don't worry him much; it's just that he spent his whole life seeing to one job, and then just...left.
Given what he knows now, that may have been a mercy for more than just himself.
"What'm I supposed to do?" he asks with a sigh. "It's not - it's supposed to be me and them, not...this." How can he even begin to make up for it?
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He leans back, shutting his eyes again. It doesn't seem fair that he should just abdicate responsibility for all this. That's something he's always sneered at in the others - they brag about their actions easily enough, but they're never willing to accept what the actual consequences were. But if this were happening to someone else? Say, Greta? He doubts he'd sit and argue that she should blame herself.
Whatever it may look like, he's not dropping off to sleep. "I bet it's falling apart without me." He felt conflicted about that even before Oswald. The assassins' fates don't worry him much; it's just that he spent his whole life seeing to one job, and then just...left.
Given what he knows now, that may have been a mercy for more than just himself.
"What'm I supposed to do?" he asks with a sigh. "It's not - it's supposed to be me and them, not...this." How can he even begin to make up for it?