Luther takes a deep, shaky breath. Trying to muster himself back together again. Try not to think about those years of freedom.
Everything Diego had, and that Luther hadn't.
Because he'd made the wrong fucking choice. He'd chosen their father and the mission over everything. Even over Allison. Over his own happiness, his own life. Had seen the duty and the job as more important than anything. And he still found himself thinking it often, found himself slipping back into those old habits and priorities, even after—
"I should've gone."
The words slip out, almost without him controlling them. Blurting-out, foot-in-mouth like Luther so often is whenever he isn't being careful and methodical. He's had months, years to think about this one. Weigh over it. And Diego had seen which memory the Chalice had settled on, which choice it had ripped out of Luther's past and placed on display and offered to rewind it all. That alone revealed how much he'd been rethinking and reconsidering and doubting the choice.
"I thought it was the right thing at the time. It wasn't."
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Everything Diego had, and that Luther hadn't.
Because he'd made the wrong fucking choice. He'd chosen their father and the mission over everything. Even over Allison. Over his own happiness, his own life. Had seen the duty and the job as more important than anything. And he still found himself thinking it often, found himself slipping back into those old habits and priorities, even after—
"I should've gone."
The words slip out, almost without him controlling them. Blurting-out, foot-in-mouth like Luther so often is whenever he isn't being careful and methodical. He's had months, years to think about this one. Weigh over it. And Diego had seen which memory the Chalice had settled on, which choice it had ripped out of Luther's past and placed on display and offered to rewind it all. That alone revealed how much he'd been rethinking and reconsidering and doubting the choice.
"I thought it was the right thing at the time. It wasn't."