Sinister frowned, the screen before them changing to diagrams and numbers and readings and other things that flickered across the screen at speeds that most men would be unable to keep up with.
"That makes the assumption that being with people will whom I enjoy the company of will make me happier than achieving my goals. Having lived as long as I have, I can assure you that there is no comparisen between the two."
He could barely feel lonliness and heartache any more. And when he did feel it, he ruthlessly buried it deep within that cemetary that housed all the emotions of his former life.
But the suggestion made his thoughts drift to places best left alone and he couldn't stop them. He needed to visit Faye again, soon. Her birthday was coming up. He wondered if she could even hear him these days, her mind was so buried in the past and blocked by cancer. Some of this worry, just a slight creasing to his brow and the falling of the corners of his mouth, showed upon his face and went unnoticed by him as his eyes stopped focusing on the numbers before him and gazed at a memory that existed only in his mind.