[Strange. It's like the thought had never actually concretely occurred to him until his visitor said it, but once he did — no, he's not wrong. He's not wrong in the slightest.
If he goes through with this, his mother will live, and he won't.
Still, the words are thick in his throat, and it takes him a bit before he's able to answer, keeping his eyes fixed on the mirror until he can find the presence of mind to tear them away and look up at his guest.]
...I feel like this is something I have to do. That it's...right...
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[Strange. It's like the thought had never actually concretely occurred to him until his visitor said it, but once he did — no, he's not wrong. He's not wrong in the slightest.
If he goes through with this, his mother will live, and he won't.
Still, the words are thick in his throat, and it takes him a bit before he's able to answer, keeping his eyes fixed on the mirror until he can find the presence of mind to tear them away and look up at his guest.]
...I feel like this is something I have to do. That it's...right...