[Ow. Ouch, ow, that cuts. Yes, he knows the kids would choose Stan. They're right to choose Stan. Doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.
It's true. He's got nothing except his family, and his family isn't here. He doesn't know when he's going to get back to them, because he's got to deal with an unbeatable monster he thought he'd already beaten. An echo of familiar despair sinks its claws into Ford's heart: having nothing but an impossible goal is a feeling he knows all too well. He knows where the old determination is, and he knows how to draw on it when it's the only resource he has. He knows how to harden his heart to everything else but the objective: stop Bill. Go home.
But this time he doesn't have to do it alone. There are people here that Ford thinks that maybe he can trust. The despair, tight as a tourniquet, loosens. He's not lost, and it's not hopeless. It's just going to take a little time.
When he speaks again, it's still angry, but it's not a retort, it's a qualifying question. Sure, he expects a "HA HA HA NO," but he's still asking.]
In all your trillions of years, have you ever really cared about anybody? Was there anyone, in any dimension, that actually mattered to you?!
[Answering a question with a question is both rude and nonsensical, but if the answer to this is "no," then no, there's nothing for Bill in Ford's mind, because he'll never understand, and that will be that. Go on, answer. Let's test that ring.]
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Date: 2018-04-10 03:56 pm (UTC)Yes, he knows the kids would choose Stan. They're right to choose Stan. Doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.
It's true. He's got nothing except his family, and his family isn't here. He doesn't know when he's going to get back to them, because he's got to deal with an unbeatable monster he thought he'd already beaten. An echo of familiar despair sinks its claws into Ford's heart: having nothing but an impossible goal is a feeling he knows all too well. He knows where the old determination is, and he knows how to draw on it when it's the only resource he has. He knows how to harden his heart to everything else but the objective: stop Bill. Go home.
But this time he doesn't have to do it alone. There are people here that Ford thinks that maybe he can trust. The despair, tight as a tourniquet, loosens. He's not lost, and it's not hopeless. It's just going to take a little time.
When he speaks again, it's still angry, but it's not a retort, it's a qualifying question. Sure, he expects a "HA HA HA NO," but he's still asking.]
In all your trillions of years, have you ever really cared about anybody? Was there anyone, in any dimension, that actually mattered to you?!
[Answering a question with a question is both rude and nonsensical, but if the answer to this is "no," then no, there's nothing for Bill in Ford's mind, because he'll never understand, and that will be that. Go on, answer. Let's test that ring.]