[He pauses, finding her scrutiny a little uncomfortable, and rather than respond he starts forward again, reaching for one of the doors to try and push on it. It doesn't budge, as if the world itself is telling him to stop dancing around the subject.]
...I mean... I am, just... opportunities aren't unlimited, is all.
[There's not much time left for that sort of thing. Why waste the chances he has here?]
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...I mean... I am, just... opportunities aren't unlimited, is all.
[There's not much time left for that sort of thing. Why waste the chances he has here?]