[ What they made him? He chose this life, even if he was too young to fully understand the implications of it, to know how battered his faith in other people would become.
But he's older now. He has a choice, and the freedom of having it is paralyzing.
Lavi shakes his head again, a phantom echo of memory lingering at the edges of his thoughts. ]
Someone has to remember.
[ What he doesn't add to that is 'you'. Someone has to remember people like Kate and the other members of the resistance, because history at large, the galaxy itself--it won't.
His memories are the precious cargo that will carry them into future generations. That's worth more than any pantomime of free will to him. ]
wails softly
But he's older now. He has a choice, and the freedom of having it is paralyzing.
Lavi shakes his head again, a phantom echo of memory lingering at the edges of his thoughts. ]
Someone has to remember.
[ What he doesn't add to that is 'you'. Someone has to remember people like Kate and the other members of the resistance, because history at large, the galaxy itself--it won't.
His memories are the precious cargo that will carry them into future generations. That's worth more than any pantomime of free will to him. ]
You probably hate me now, huh?