[ The answer doesn't surprise him, but he doesn't know what to make of it.
It's the same answer he would give, of course. He knew that now, from the world before, from the times he had been asked, time and time again: if you cared so much about your city, why let it be destroyed now? It had been because there wasn't a choice at all.
But then, did that make Vergilius as much a monster as he? Or did it make Silco more like him? Or was there no comparison in the end? They were just men who had wanted to save something precious, and had already learned that if there was a choice to be had, they would choose the same? ]
I hope I never have to make that choice again.
[ He will. We know he will. It'll damn him, but he'll still make it. ]
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It's the same answer he would give, of course. He knew that now, from the world before, from the times he had been asked, time and time again: if you cared so much about your city, why let it be destroyed now? It had been because there wasn't a choice at all.
But then, did that make Vergilius as much a monster as he? Or did it make Silco more like him? Or was there no comparison in the end? They were just men who had wanted to save something precious, and had already learned that if there was a choice to be had, they would choose the same? ]
I hope I never have to make that choice again.
[ He will. We know he will. It'll damn him, but he'll still make it. ]
I cannot imagine doing anything but the same.