I'm not sure, either. Sometimes the missions don't make any sense. There was one were we needed to build a car and race it, but Aurora made it clear it didn't matter who won.
[Shit. He had been alone when he was killed, and even though his situation was different (it had been his own fault to begin with) he's still concerned.]
[ Did he say it wrong? Did his message get through? He wants Accelerator to understand. He knows how hard it is to accept that sort of thing, he knows how it stings that people see him as more than he is. Harold's unerring faith, the way he can't see himself in the picture Harold has painted of him. But here he is on the other side of that fence, seeing for once what he doesn't understand in Harold. ]
No. [He says that, but then he has to stop, his face screwing up in concentration, and he drags a rough hand through his hair.] I don't know. You two are good people, so wanting to help you isn't wrong, but....
[But if helping them means hurting and killing some random innocent person, well, that muddies the water. Right now it feels like it had been the wrong thing to do, and at the time it had felt right, so he's left with a confusing mix of self-disgust and an irrational desire to do better for them next time.
It sucks.]
It's fucking complicated. I don't know how to answer that.
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