["Robert, they're dreams." "No, they're not. I can prove it." "How? A book? Robert, you've been shut up there for days. Come on. The university's written. Another offer of a job. Just accept it." "I don't want to teach, I want to innovate. Do you realize what I've done?" "You're driving yourself mad!"
"I haven't left this building in five days. But people have come. Claiming to be my family. People I know aren't." "Hold on, Robert. We'll solve this." "No we won't, Rosalind. Not this time." "Don't talk like that. You, my dear brother, will think of something." "I don't know what to do." "You'll figure something out. You did before." "With you."]
Well played.
[It's a simple statement said easily. He even sounds almost amused as he concedes the point.
But it's not so easy in his mind. Because he knows exactly what it feels like. To be so used to being alone and then... utterly unable to go back to life that way. To follow it to its ultimate conclusion, to a point where he began to doubt whether the world had gone mad or he had simply lost his mind.
To be so alone...
He takes a sip of his tea, properly flavoured with sugar, and doesn't look at either woman, merely keeps his gaze on a fixed point low on the wall, so he can seem contemplative when all he's really trying to do is shut off his mind, keep it from going out of control, keep himself from revealing anything.]
My remarks were unwarranted. If you will allow, I will rescind them.
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"No, they're not. I can prove it."
"How? A book? Robert, you've been shut up there for days. Come on. The university's written. Another offer of a job. Just accept it."
"I don't want to teach, I want to innovate. Do you realize what I've done?"
"You're driving yourself mad!"
"I haven't left this building in five days. But people have come. Claiming to be my family. People I know aren't."
"Hold on, Robert. We'll solve this."
"No we won't, Rosalind. Not this time."
"Don't talk like that. You, my dear brother, will think of something."
"I don't know what to do."
"You'll figure something out. You did before."
"With you."]
Well played.
[It's a simple statement said easily. He even sounds almost amused as he concedes the point.
But it's not so easy in his mind. Because he knows exactly what it feels like. To be so used to being alone and then... utterly unable to go back to life that way. To follow it to its ultimate conclusion, to a point where he began to doubt whether the world had gone mad or he had simply lost his mind.
To be so alone...
He takes a sip of his tea, properly flavoured with sugar, and doesn't look at either woman, merely keeps his gaze on a fixed point low on the wall, so he can seem contemplative when all he's really trying to do is shut off his mind, keep it from going out of control, keep himself from revealing anything.]
My remarks were unwarranted. If you will allow, I will rescind them.