"Why us?" he asks. He drops his omni-tool and turns his head to look at Bull. "Why'd the city pick us, from the worst possible timelines, when it could have picked people who—"
He stops and looks down, between his knees. People who deserve it, he doesn't say. People who can't fight. People like Robert. He knows what this is: survivor's guilt. It's gnawing at him, has been for months as he's tried to push it back and focus on only the good things here.
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Date: 2017-04-04 12:51 am (UTC)He stops and looks down, between his knees. People who deserve it, he doesn't say. People who can't fight. People like Robert. He knows what this is: survivor's guilt. It's gnawing at him, has been for months as he's tried to push it back and focus on only the good things here.