He stalled toward the end of the corridor, and looked back to Dylan.
"No, I don't." Because if he knew that for sure, then why was Dylan standing there and looking at him that way. He didn't want to ask, because he knew that- even if he wished for his failure, hearing about it would set such a sick sense of disgust with himself it would be intolerable. And even that would be repulsive because no Neitzschean should hold themselves in contempt.
Gaheris didn't. He didn't want to, either.
Any sort of parting words, even temporary, seemed inappropriate for the moment. So he continued on after that, in search of some crew that could give him more information.
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"No, I don't." Because if he knew that for sure, then why was Dylan standing there and looking at him that way. He didn't want to ask, because he knew that- even if he wished for his failure, hearing about it would set such a sick sense of disgust with himself it would be intolerable. And even that would be repulsive because no Neitzschean should hold themselves in contempt.
Gaheris didn't. He didn't want to, either.
Any sort of parting words, even temporary, seemed inappropriate for the moment. So he continued on after that, in search of some crew that could give him more information.