[ It's funny, though Inigo doesn't mean to it to be. Happy out there somewhere, without me - when he'd been going crazy in trying to make the train listen to him, to bring him and Jingyi back. People who hadn't wanted to leave, just like the people who disappeared into the void, lost out there.
He reaches up, putting a hand to Inigo's cheek; moving his own head back to raise his chin, to look at the face above him. A small smile, his own face still damp and red from his tears. ]
How could I be happy leaving you behind? [ I've done that too many times. ]
We're finding you a home.
[ With Roland, with anyone, anywhere - but it'll be Inigo's choosing. His choice. ]
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He reaches up, putting a hand to Inigo's cheek; moving his own head back to raise his chin, to look at the face above him. A small smile, his own face still damp and red from his tears. ]
How could I be happy leaving you behind? [ I've done that too many times. ]
We're finding you a home.
[ With Roland, with anyone, anywhere - but it'll be Inigo's choosing. His choice. ]