[ Sometimes, Arthur forgets that his bloody-minded determination isn't a trait shared by other people. He's been working with Cobb so closely for the past two years and while the man had wild ideas, he was just as unwilling to back down. And then the recent team– Ariadne, Saito, Yusuf, Eames. They all shared some form of stubbornness, a way to push forward through the muck and mire no matter how much shit was pushed into their path.
He'd talked to Ariadne, after the job. Had learned exactly what transpired in Limbo, because he knew Cobb would never tell him. But he'd needed the information, the closure, everything that came with it. Despite her newness, he thinks she'd gone through the most of all. She hadn't backed away, had faced Mal's perfect-imperfect shade, a culmination of Dom's guilt, face pointed directly to the way ahead.
(Truthfully, he'd respected her before, but doubly so in the aftermath).
Robert Fischer doesn't have the solidity of mind or character like so many people he knows. And he's just taken the wrong tactic; he can see it in the uptick of his breathing, the shaking in his fingers. At the same time, it's something he needs to hear, what he needs to come to terms with.
He doesn't take his words back.
Instead, he steps a little closer, gently lays a reassuring hand on his shoulder, expression as neutral as he can go. ]
Robert, look at me. [ Arthur presses on, matter-of-fact. ] I have no reason to lie to you. I don't know how they did it or how it's possible, but we're in reality. You remember how you got here? Good. Why else would the rest be missing? Your subconscious wouldn't nix your security just because.
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He'd talked to Ariadne, after the job. Had learned exactly what transpired in Limbo, because he knew Cobb would never tell him. But he'd needed the information, the closure, everything that came with it. Despite her newness, he thinks she'd gone through the most of all. She hadn't backed away, had faced Mal's perfect-imperfect shade, a culmination of Dom's guilt, face pointed directly to the way ahead.
(Truthfully, he'd respected her before, but doubly so in the aftermath).
Robert Fischer doesn't have the solidity of mind or character like so many people he knows. And he's just taken the wrong tactic; he can see it in the uptick of his breathing, the shaking in his fingers. At the same time, it's something he needs to hear, what he needs to come to terms with.
He doesn't take his words back.
Instead, he steps a little closer, gently lays a reassuring hand on his shoulder, expression as neutral as he can go. ]
Robert, look at me. [ Arthur presses on, matter-of-fact. ] I have no reason to lie to you. I don't know how they did it or how it's possible, but we're in reality. You remember how you got here? Good. Why else would the rest be missing? Your subconscious wouldn't nix your security just because.