[He repeats the words to himself as if they hold some key to his presence here. Prior responsibilities... They aren't his anymore. In a way, hadn't he already done just as she is accusing? Abandoned his responsibilities and given them to others? Of course, certain responsibilities had once been thought lost forever. The realization that he was wrong had come too late to allow for much compensation. By then, there had been no turning back... Is she asking him to take them up again? She had seen what he had done as much as anyone. Yes, he had planned on that as well. What does she want from him now?
Her follow-up is no more reassuring. As if a month will change anything. As if it could erase... What is he supposed to do? He glances back at his chess board, his old habit of seeking its solace acting up. Instead, he scratches lightly at the wall.]
... At the end of the month, you will have your finality.
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[He repeats the words to himself as if they hold some key to his presence here. Prior responsibilities... They aren't his anymore. In a way, hadn't he already done just as she is accusing? Abandoned his responsibilities and given them to others? Of course, certain responsibilities had once been thought lost forever. The realization that he was wrong had come too late to allow for much compensation. By then, there had been no turning back... Is she asking him to take them up again? She had seen what he had done as much as anyone. Yes, he had planned on that as well. What does she want from him now?
Her follow-up is no more reassuring. As if a month will change anything. As if it could erase... What is he supposed to do? He glances back at his chess board, his old habit of seeking its solace acting up. Instead, he scratches lightly at the wall.]
... At the end of the month, you will have your finality.