K has come a long way since the steps outside Stelline Laboratories. He's able to not think about it most days, to just stay where he is which is where people want him anyway. To not think about a place where having free will and everything surrounding it was dangerous, where he wasn't considered as something that had real feelings or real rights. Where he was a thing and not a person.
It's harder today in general, and impossible when he's actively talking about it. When he has no idea why Jesus is looking at him like that, and remembers that everything he did was in direct contradiction to everything he was made to do and be. He knows he did the right thing. He also knows the next right thing would have been to turn himself in as defective, but he couldn't be left alive, either.
Doesn't matter. He's here. The new cigarette is only half gone but he stubs it out anyway.
"How do you know which ones to peel?" he asks, trying to anchor himself back here and now.
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It's harder today in general, and impossible when he's actively talking about it. When he has no idea why Jesus is looking at him like that, and remembers that everything he did was in direct contradiction to everything he was made to do and be. He knows he did the right thing. He also knows the next right thing would have been to turn himself in as defective, but he couldn't be left alive, either.
Doesn't matter. He's here. The new cigarette is only half gone but he stubs it out anyway.
"How do you know which ones to peel?" he asks, trying to anchor himself back here and now.