[Pokey's just silent for a moment. Thinking, mainly. Because really, even after what he said, he already knows in the end he's going to be eaten away entirely. Really, by this point, the only thing he can hope to do is find some way to end whatever he had before he did get eaten entirely away, because if he kept going on like he was all he would do would be to speed up the process.
Pokey already knew the best way to stop it from getting to that point. Of course, he still wouldn't tell anyone, not yet at least if even ever, what that plan was. It wasn't like he could accomplish it here anyway.
Finally, weakly, Pokey says.]
Yeah. You're right.
[Before getting up and starting to move away. Pokey has to get away, or he's going to crack, and this whole conversation hadn't helped his guilt as much as he'd thought. How could it have, really, after all he'd done and what he would eventually do? Let alone the fact that he, apparently, had survived here when there were so many others who deserved to still be here more then he did.
He keeps walking for a minute. Then stops. And he just can't stop what comes next, no matter, how hard he tries. It just comes. It'd been something Pokey had wanted to say for a couple of months anyway, and it was happening here and now whether he liked it or not.
He turns back to Lucas for a moment, then speaks.]
I'm sorry. I know that means absolutely nothing, and I don't expect any real kind of reply, or understanding or acceptance of it. But I am sorry.
[And he'll quickly turn around to keep moving. He has to leave. Now.]
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Date: 2011-04-04 04:00 am (UTC)Pokey already knew the best way to stop it from getting to that point. Of course, he still wouldn't tell anyone, not yet at least if even ever, what that plan was. It wasn't like he could accomplish it here anyway.
Finally, weakly, Pokey says.]
Yeah. You're right.
[Before getting up and starting to move away. Pokey has to get away, or he's going to crack, and this whole conversation hadn't helped his guilt as much as he'd thought. How could it have, really, after all he'd done and what he would eventually do? Let alone the fact that he, apparently, had survived here when there were so many others who deserved to still be here more then he did.
He keeps walking for a minute. Then stops. And he just can't stop what comes next, no matter, how hard he tries. It just comes. It'd been something Pokey had wanted to say for a couple of months anyway, and it was happening here and now whether he liked it or not.
He turns back to Lucas for a moment, then speaks.]
I'm sorry. I know that means absolutely nothing, and I don't expect any real kind of reply, or understanding or acceptance of it. But I am sorry.
[And he'll quickly turn around to keep moving. He has to leave. Now.]