“Ok, what is it you need to see?” A destination may help him decipher this out a bit.
“There is a doorway at Naupa Iglasia in the Andes.” Her voice changed as she said this, there was a familiarity with the words as they formed in her mouth. She had clearly been over this a lot in her mind. “I have to walk through it, if I can.”
He decided to skirt the obvious question for now. She had proven volatile in the past and he wanted to play it safe. Plus, it seemed they had plenty of time to get to more sensitive subjects.
“What’s my part in this? Helping to get you there? You know more then I do.” He was definitely offended that he wasn’t the main character in his own delusional end of life event. He shook his head, that was just sad.
“No. Your job isn’t to help me. It’s to learn. Because you fucked up. Badly. People you loved died. And you will always be the person that did those terrible things.” Not what he was expecting, she continued “You also need to live with it. And move forward…for them.” The disgust rose in her voice as she spoke, her hands tightening into fists on the steering wheel as she merged onto 95 South.
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Ouch. He was sorry for trying to spare her feelings a few moments ago.
“Wow, fuck! You can’t lead into shit like that? I know ALL of those things!” Tim didn’t think he was talking loudly, which made it odd his neck muscles had started to strain “I don’t need you to tell me how much I fucked up! If that’s what this is let me out!”
She didn’t flinch as he shouted, only became increasingly angry. Then, a stillness overcame her and her voice came out steady and conversational, starting to speak just as the sun rose above the horizon past her left shoulder. He grudgingly granted her the impeccable timing.
“I am not here for you. I am here for them. No matter how much you twist and justify, you know that they need you. Pretend this is your only chance to save all of this. Will you take it?”
