[Liem frowns, just a little, as he watches the man tip his drink carelessly down his throat. He thinks, fleetingly, they really will let just anyone in here, won’t they?
He also knows from the question he's posed that whatever indecision is making this man's choice harder, his own struggle will be completely alien to him. The entire premise of the question is wrong; what does he desire? As though he's ever let himself make any important decision based on what he wants. That's what makes the prospect of doing so now, when the stakes are higher than they've ever been, so unbearably frustrating.]
I've never considered it, [he lies.
Of course he's considered it. But what does he desire except things he can't have? There isn't any merit in mulling over fantasies he's either unable or unwilling to pursue.]
But it seems a poor thing to pin the fate of worlds on. I suppose what I want is to do the right thing, but I don't know what that is.
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He also knows from the question he's posed that whatever indecision is making this man's choice harder, his own struggle will be completely alien to him. The entire premise of the question is wrong; what does he desire? As though he's ever let himself make any important decision based on what he wants. That's what makes the prospect of doing so now, when the stakes are higher than they've ever been, so unbearably frustrating.]
I've never considered it, [he lies.
Of course he's considered it. But what does he desire except things he can't have? There isn't any merit in mulling over fantasies he's either unable or unwilling to pursue.]
But it seems a poor thing to pin the fate of worlds on. I suppose what I want is to do the right thing, but I don't know what that is.