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There was probably an equation somewhere from which a direct measurement of Taym's levels of rage could be derived by the ratio of intense, burning silences to actual speech. The results right now would doubtless be concerning.

"Despite what you might think I am not so foolhardy as to volunteer to throw my life away on something that might not work, and leave the research--" the, not your "--bereft of a control group. But it's been told to me again and again that dying isn't necessarily death around here, and I can't help but think there's an escalating series of potential steps we could use to test the hypothesis. And I find the risk," he finished, "to be worth the potential benefit."

"Much as I hate to interrupt the rosy glow of your ******** headgame kink," he snapped, "you will I hope appreciate it that I want a run-down of the side effects and the testing first. Not so I can back out. So I can be ready for it."

please dont be reckless and he thinks of telling Jordan, telling himself, that a person is the sum total of his memories.

please dont be reckless and he thinks of Ripley slamming him to the ground, choked with rage, asking him why, thinking he had blameless blood on his hands.

please dont be reckless and he thinks of all the promises spoken and unspoken he's made to America and to himself about a future in a place where the concept of tomorrow was built out of deluded hope.

please dont be reckless and he thinks of Tuesday and of Leslie saying her name without knowing what it meant and of a dream-world Jane, her eyes black from edge to edge, telling him that she liked his other father better.

"I want a day to get my s**t together," he says finally, "but I don't want this to wait longer than it already has."

He paused, not immediately heeding the gesture beyond the uncontrollable acknowledgement of a swell of sudden fury.

He didn't even rise to his feet, just sat there, staring hatefully right through H and then, with a sense of snapping out of it, up to the strange-looking birds above him.

He wanted to tell him that he had no respect for him. He wanted, frankly, to spit at him. Instead he just rose, finally--finally--and left without saying another word.