[It's not thirty years. It's not even thirty months. It's a year, blank space in his head, a limb and marks on his skin he doesn't recognize. Nightmares and flashbacks. And yet, the way Ford puts it makes Shiro's own trauma sound pale in comparison. So... all he asks is that.]
[Do you regret it?]
[Because he can't let himself be that selfish.]
For what it's worth -- I'm glad you did. That you won.
I meant what I said earlier. You're already important to people here, and
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[It's not thirty years. It's not even thirty months. It's a year, blank space in his head, a limb and marks on his skin he doesn't recognize. Nightmares and flashbacks. And yet, the way Ford puts it makes Shiro's own trauma sound pale in comparison. So... all he asks is that.]
[Do you regret it?]
[Because he can't let himself be that selfish.]
For what it's worth -- I'm glad you did. That you won.
I meant what I said earlier. You're already important to people here, and
I'm starting to see why. Even more.