Re: Derek/John
"No, John, that's not the point. They point is that they go bad. The how or why are not important. What he knows or meant to do is not important. Only what he did matters," he answered.
Derek shook his head. "I don't know. I have no idea, but maybe it's a lot simpler. Maybe he was just human and fucked up without even knowing it. Maybe the machines forced his hand and he thought that by sending the terminators back, he would protect and make you more like him at the same time, maybe he didn't see this coming. Or maybe it's the exact opposite. There are so many maybes, John, but they don't matter, because he was not my nephew and his motivations are really irrelevant to me."
The lie was on the tip of his tongue, because when murder and betrayal were normal for you, lying wasn't even a blip in the morality radar, but he didn't want to do that to John. "It's not. The only reason. I have .... you, my name, a child that is and isn't my brother, but nothing else. Not a picture, not a trinket, nothing but my memories. Good and bad, joyful or painful, my memories are all I've got, and I need those. I need the good things to remind me why I fight, but I need the bad ones even more so I never stop, I never give up, I never let doubts stand in the way. If I give those memories away, I've got nothing, I am nothing. That pain is what keeps me alive."