[ He stops up short again, turning toward Jack to start removing his tack. He doesn't have a good answer to that question – not immediately, anyway.
Because the answer he does have is foolish. Selfish. All of this – it's worked out too well. The two of them finding this strange friendship, riding out together, working their way into an odd balance, finding company after he's spent all these years looking out for himself – this shouldn't have come out of accepting a goddamn suicide mission.
It's too goddamn good to be true. It would only logically follow, given Faraday's shit luck anywhere but at card tables, that something had to be wrong. ]
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Because the answer he does have is foolish. Selfish. All of this – it's worked out too well. The two of them finding this strange friendship, riding out together, working their way into an odd balance, finding company after he's spent all these years looking out for himself – this shouldn't have come out of accepting a goddamn suicide mission.
It's too goddamn good to be true. It would only logically follow, given Faraday's shit luck anywhere but at card tables, that something had to be wrong. ]
Don't change the subject. You didn't answer me.