Beckett stares at the tablet, its quiet white light, so often the only illumination in their whole world. The question presses him - the abyss that, famously, stares back. What is the alternative? He had wasted his first - last chance chasing answers that had never existed. Shouldn't he have learned? What hasn't he learned yet?]
If this is hell, and we are damned - if this is what we rightly deserve - then the least we can do is accept it.
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Date: 2016-12-04 10:37 pm (UTC)Beckett stares at the tablet, its quiet white light, so often the only illumination in their whole world. The question presses him - the abyss that, famously, stares back. What is the alternative? He had wasted his first - last chance chasing answers that had never existed. Shouldn't he have learned? What hasn't he learned yet?]
If this is hell, and we are damned - if this is what we rightly deserve - then the least we can do is accept it.