Booker's used to being the cause of disappointment, and he wears that mantle well. He's a little less human than the average Joe, but he dies all the same as them, though his deaths are caught in an endless cycle that has him bouncing right back up only to perish again.
Did it matter that the wounds healed quickly if the memory of the pain is scarred across his mind and sown deep into his bones? He's painfully human in all but the one aspect that was most human - a life with an end.
Redemption hasn't crossed his mind yet, though the face of the watch stares up at him balefully. If he had any redemption in him, wouldn't he have found it across all these years?
"Didn't quite read the pamphlet," he admits - if there was a pamphlet, and the equivalent if not; it doesn't really matter, he'll be stuck in this endless hell regardless. "But they don't seem dangerous. Have you eaten already?"
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Booker's used to being the cause of disappointment, and he wears that mantle well. He's a little less human than the average Joe, but he dies all the same as them, though his deaths are caught in an endless cycle that has him bouncing right back up only to perish again.
Did it matter that the wounds healed quickly if the memory of the pain is scarred across his mind and sown deep into his bones? He's painfully human in all but the one aspect that was most human - a life with an end.
Redemption hasn't crossed his mind yet, though the face of the watch stares up at him balefully. If he had any redemption in him, wouldn't he have found it across all these years?
"Didn't quite read the pamphlet," he admits - if there was a pamphlet, and the equivalent if not; it doesn't really matter, he'll be stuck in this endless hell regardless. "But they don't seem dangerous. Have you eaten already?"