[ Matt's expression grows a little distant as Amos speaks, but that's just where his focus takes him. Far away, to a place he's never been before but where, evidently, he decided to kill what was left of the universe for the promise of a new one.
It's not that he disbelieves Yima. He trusts that she meant what she said to him. But he believes Cyrus too, and the shimmering vision he offered of the world--his world--restored. Who knows what might be in its future, if it were allowed to grow in its original course?
And what happened to their worlds in the first place? Where did all that darkness come from? Scientists have done a decent job at calculating entropy, as far as Matt's aware. Was this some kind of solar wind, some photo-negative asteroid strike, to arise so suddenly and so consumingly?
When Matt looks back to Amos' face, he's not crying. But his eyes shine a little. ]
Everything is fragile, [ he agrees. He hesitates a moment, teeth worrying at his lip. But he can't think how not to ask. ]
Do you know what made me so sure ...? That that was the right way to choose?
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It's not that he disbelieves Yima. He trusts that she meant what she said to him. But he believes Cyrus too, and the shimmering vision he offered of the world--his world--restored. Who knows what might be in its future, if it were allowed to grow in its original course?
And what happened to their worlds in the first place? Where did all that darkness come from? Scientists have done a decent job at calculating entropy, as far as Matt's aware. Was this some kind of solar wind, some photo-negative asteroid strike, to arise so suddenly and so consumingly?
When Matt looks back to Amos' face, he's not crying. But his eyes shine a little. ]
Everything is fragile, [ he agrees. He hesitates a moment, teeth worrying at his lip. But he can't think how not to ask. ]
Do you know what made me so sure ...? That that was the right way to choose?