These are poignant questions that Ned asks: out of the mouths of babes. And Nick, who would perhaps still be a Disparate had a wandering Chakravanti not laid hands on his fractured self and persuaded him to shoulder the heavy burden of responsibility to a larger world - well, Nick is perhaps not the best person to give Ned a response. There is this way in which he appraises the apprentice, see, with eyes that look more amber than brown in the dimmer light of the dining room.
"I don't think we - or, at least, many of us - ever stop searching or doubting ourselves. I fear the day that I do."
He has let his chin come to rest on his thumb again, his index finger curled over his mouth; this is as he thinks. Ned asked them a few questions, and Nick has not yet decided which ones to answer; there are some answers that can and should be given, and other questions that beg for more questions. "How did you decide who to trust before you Woke?"
"I don't think we - or, at least, many of us - ever stop searching or doubting ourselves. I fear the day that I do."
He has let his chin come to rest on his thumb again, his index finger curled over his mouth; this is as he thinks. Ned asked them a few questions, and Nick has not yet decided which ones to answer; there are some answers that can and should be given, and other questions that beg for more questions. "How did you decide who to trust before you Woke?"