One can only do so much before their mind is overridden. It could not be classed as your fault if the will, or drive, of those machines were stronger. It could only be classed as your fault if you let it happen.
And friends are in the small scheme of things. What matters is family.
...No, you're right. They're machines, for Christ's sake. They can pick away at your will, they don't get tired, they don't second-guess themselves. They were so strong. But... I had the chance to stop them. I could've reasserted myself sooner, I think. I chose not to, because I thought we were doing the right thing. I thought they had just kick-started me back up again. Maybe they had. I can't. I can't remember it all too well.
And friends are in the small scheme of things. What matters is family.
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Mmph. It's personal.
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I don't have a family to lean on anymore.
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