[Bourne found it difficult to answer the question. He felt like he'd already revealed too much about himself in their last talk; that he was prone to what looked like seizures, that he'd had a girlfriend named Marie whose death he felt responsible for, that he had such an aversion to killing children. Not that he had issues with his own identity. Not that it was difficult for him to weigh happiness against truth. If forgetting who he had ever been would bring her back, he'd do it in a heartbeat. Sometimes happiness was better.
He'd read somewhere, some time ago: Truth is neither good nor bad. It simply is. He should have told the truth. He should have said something.]
"Because in my value set - because knowing what I know, going through what I've gone through - I value happiness because of its rarity. And you seemed happier. I thought you deserved that before the flood ended." [He sighed, rubbing at his eyes, his hands sliding up over his forehead and hair before he folded them in his lap again.] "But it wasn't my choice. Between happiness as a lie or misery as yourself - not my decision to make. I'm sorry."
[There. Cards on the table. Costigan was free to hate him for it, but it was the truth.]
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Spam - The answer is because Alex didn't think it through, hurrdurr.
Date: 2010-03-10 07:43 am (UTC)[Bourne found it difficult to answer the question. He felt like he'd already revealed too much about himself in their last talk; that he was prone to what looked like seizures, that he'd had a girlfriend named Marie whose death he felt responsible for, that he had such an aversion to killing children. Not that he had issues with his own identity. Not that it was difficult for him to weigh happiness against truth. If forgetting who he had ever been would bring her back, he'd do it in a heartbeat. Sometimes happiness was better.
He'd read somewhere, some time ago: Truth is neither good nor bad. It simply is. He should have told the truth. He should have said something.]
"Because in my value set - because knowing what I know, going through what I've gone through - I value happiness because of its rarity. And you seemed happier. I thought you deserved that before the flood ended." [He sighed, rubbing at his eyes, his hands sliding up over his forehead and hair before he folded them in his lap again.] "But it wasn't my choice. Between happiness as a lie or misery as yourself - not my decision to make. I'm sorry."
[There. Cards on the table. Costigan was free to hate him for it, but it was the truth.]