Avon had never expected to feel sorry for Travis; he never had before, even when Blake had pitied him. But Blake was in some degree responsible for the monster Travis had become.
He watched the piston work, gaze distracted as he thought of Avalon, and a very different life, so far away now. He thought of the people he himself had lost, and how their deaths had made him feel. In his case, Avon had himself destroyed what was most dear to him, at least twice; in Travis' case it had been taken from him, against his will. Unsurprising, then, that Avon's anger had become self-destructive, while Travis had wanted to wreak his vengeance on the whole universe.
He blinked, shaking himself. His rationalisations, his memories, but not his feelings; not really. Data's. "You really are a remarkable person," he murmured. "I don't believe you're capable of genuine hatred.." He let out a long breath. "What I did to Travis was a mistake. I'm...sorry if it makes you think less of me."
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He watched the piston work, gaze distracted as he thought of Avalon, and a very different life, so far away now. He thought of the people he himself had lost, and how their deaths had made him feel. In his case, Avon had himself destroyed what was most dear to him, at least twice; in Travis' case it had been taken from him, against his will. Unsurprising, then, that Avon's anger had become self-destructive, while Travis had wanted to wreak his vengeance on the whole universe.
He blinked, shaking himself. His rationalisations, his memories, but not his feelings; not really. Data's. "You really are a remarkable person," he murmured. "I don't believe you're capable of genuine hatred.." He let out a long breath. "What I did to Travis was a mistake. I'm...sorry if it makes you think less of me."