Norman sighs slowly, but it's not frustration, just the sound of someone thinking over a complex puzzle. He lets his gaze wander around the simulation, considerate in not wanting to stare at Quentin.
He died for his own project, too, according to Octavius and Marko - or would have? could still? It was hard to say. But he knows that losing the Goblin along with May and his own Peter's belief in him, that he could be better, were what was largely driving him to start on a new track here on the peninsula. Beck needed something like that, but the moment of penance, of realization that he'd done wrong, hadn't happened yet. He was still hurt, still angry. Pushing him in a different direction now could make it worse - something he'd learned from so many arguments with Caroline and Harry both. Maybe laying the rest on the table was a good idea, he decided.
"I know ... he told you that Octavius dies. But so do I. You're not alone in having to wrap your mind around that, around another chance. What you do with that is up to you, and I'm not going to try to tell you otherwise. Just ... think on it for a little while. Something will come to you. And when it does, if you do need my help, you have it: not as a hand-out. As an offer, an act of good faith and support."
Because his biggest failing as the Goblin lay in thinking he was the only smart one in the room, the only capable one. He didn't trust enough to let anyone support him, to be concerned enough to pull him off the path of self-destruction. He considers adding that, but keeps it to himself for the moment.
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He died for his own project, too, according to Octavius and Marko - or would have? could still? It was hard to say. But he knows that losing the Goblin along with May and his own Peter's belief in him, that he could be better, were what was largely driving him to start on a new track here on the peninsula. Beck needed something like that, but the moment of penance, of realization that he'd done wrong, hadn't happened yet. He was still hurt, still angry. Pushing him in a different direction now could make it worse - something he'd learned from so many arguments with Caroline and Harry both. Maybe laying the rest on the table was a good idea, he decided.
"I know ... he told you that Octavius dies. But so do I. You're not alone in having to wrap your mind around that, around another chance. What you do with that is up to you, and I'm not going to try to tell you otherwise. Just ... think on it for a little while. Something will come to you. And when it does, if you do need my help, you have it: not as a hand-out. As an offer, an act of good faith and support."
Because his biggest failing as the Goblin lay in thinking he was the only smart one in the room, the only capable one. He didn't trust enough to let anyone support him, to be concerned enough to pull him off the path of self-destruction. He considers adding that, but keeps it to himself for the moment.