...ngh...jesus it feels like someone cleaved my head in.
Hm.
So what’s to keep me from becoming like him Shaun? You said it yourself, the me right now is nothing more than some glorified program. The only thing keeping me from becoming like Clay is the fact I still have a pulse.
Not exactly the most comforting thing in the world to hear.
…I’ve never been to the ocean and I want you to be there when I do.
The difference is we can actually help you. You’re safe here with us, and all you have to do is work your way back out. Clay- ..well, Clay’s got no chance.
I can hardly say it’s the sweetest way to place it, but it’s the truth, Desmond.
…I guess I’ll have to then, won’t I? Otherwise you’ll get all mopey.
I guess there's nothing left except for me to try harder then. Probably a lot. Clay mentioned something about only having a certain amount of time before everything vanished. Or something like that. It's all still really fuzzy.
The truth is at least something right? Ha, sometimes the truth sets you free...wish that was the case.
...alright it's a date then. I'll even try to remember the sunblock so you don't burn to a crisp.
