[The reminder of Tex makes his heart skip a beat. There's so much baggage there, between wondering what it meant that she loved him if she was a part of him, and knowing she's gone now, and the game life kept playing of losing her, finding her, losing her, finding her, losing her...

He laughs into North's shoulder wetly once he gets enough air in him to do so.] She never does anything half-assed.

[And he had tried. And tried, and tried, and maybe he was never even a fraction as good as her because he was missing what made him succeed. The odds had been stacked against him since before he could remember. No matter what he did, things just happened all the same, coming out worse than before. After so many fragments, why did the Director bother keeping him? Why hide him away? What more did he have to give up?

He was worth it just because he had simply been loved. He's not sure how much he truly believes that, but it's...something to consider.]

Maybe...maybe she was wrong. Maybe if she had run, instead of wasting time on someone who couldn't even remember that they needed rescuing, you wouldn't be dead, and neither would York, or Wyoming, or South, or anyone else. You'd still have Theta. Maybe she was wrong.