[ Klaus looks up one last time, and he wants to promise him that it'll be okay. That he'll be back. That this man- this man who's been so good to him, who's helped him stay clean, who's held his hand when the nightmares were bad- was worth his time and attention and affection.
But Five planets. Fifteen billion people.
Did Oppenheimer regret the atomic bomb? Did he regret how many people it killed? What had he done to try and scrub the blood off his hands?
What had Hux done? ]
... I'll, uh. Give you a call. Soon.
[ He awkwardly clears his throat, and shoves his hands in his pockets. Heading out the door without another word. ]
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But Five planets. Fifteen billion people.
Did Oppenheimer regret the atomic bomb? Did he regret how many people it killed?
What had he done to try and scrub the blood off his hands?
What had Hux done? ]
... I'll, uh. Give you a call. Soon.
[ He awkwardly clears his throat, and shoves his hands in his pockets. Heading out the door without another word. ]