[Jay takes a moment to answer; there is a barely perceptible flinch at Geir's last words.]
Even if you were made for a purpose, you can choose to do something else.
[Can you, though? Can he? Was he kidding himself thinking he could be something other than Solon's tool? Was all of it, the laughing and the spying and the long evenings spent dozing with the Oresoren on the rug, nothing in his mind except contentment--was all that just a six-year-long delusion?
No. He can't accept that. Whatever he was when he was Solon's creature, whatever he is now that that's happened again, for the years in between, he was something else.]
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Even if you were made for a purpose, you can choose to do something else.
[Can you, though? Can he? Was he kidding himself thinking he could be something other than Solon's tool? Was all of it, the laughing and the spying and the long evenings spent dozing with the Oresoren on the rug, nothing in his mind except contentment--was all that just a six-year-long delusion?
No. He can't accept that. Whatever he was when he was Solon's creature, whatever he is now that that's happened again, for the years in between, he was something else.]