[Only the tinny rattle of pills and the sound of Bourne swallowing indicate to David what his warden's doing. He's still not looking at him. He can't.]
[When he speaks, his voice is a whisper.]
What do you want from me?
[He doesn't care anymore. About Bourne. About himself. About anything.]
[Why couldn't he have just died? What's the point of this? Any of it? He can't go home. He knows that. If he was being honest, he'd known it the whole time. He'd just wanted to believe he still had something to fight for.]
[Just give him what he wants. That's all he wants to do right now. Give Bourne what he wants, so he'll let him go. He doesn't care where he ends up, even if it means oblivion, as long as it's away from himself.]
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Date: 2011-07-15 04:03 am (UTC)[When he speaks, his voice is a whisper.]
What do you want from me?
[He doesn't care anymore. About Bourne. About himself. About anything.]
[Why couldn't he have just died? What's the point of this? Any of it? He can't go home. He knows that. If he was being honest, he'd known it the whole time. He'd just wanted to believe he still had something to fight for.]
[Just give him what he wants. That's all he wants to do right now. Give Bourne what he wants, so he'll let him go. He doesn't care where he ends up, even if it means oblivion, as long as it's away from himself.]