[He asks with a coy kind of congeniality, pausing only to note:]
.... I think someone can.
[But Foster is all too aware of how few understand--
He has realised somewhat belatedly that this conversation was entirely public, and he has a short twinge of regret--but had he remembered that more quickly, he supposes he probably would not have censored himself. The idea that he should have to is like drowning himself, like holding a struggling body underwater and being drowned all at once.
If he could only drown others in truth.
In the end, what he regrets is the awareness he failed to have, not the choice that came without it.
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[He asks with a coy kind of congeniality, pausing only to note:]
.... I think someone can.
[But Foster is all too aware of how few understand--
He has realised somewhat belatedly that this conversation was entirely public, and he has a short twinge of regret--but had he remembered that more quickly, he supposes he probably would not have censored himself. The idea that he should have to is like drowning himself, like holding a struggling body underwater and being drowned all at once.
If he could only drown others in truth.
In the end, what he regrets is the awareness he failed to have, not the choice that came without it.
Probably.]