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"Whyshouldyouwanttospeaktomeonsuchasubject?"
"Inthehopethatyouwillrememberit."
Whathefelt,thoughtRearden,wasangerattheincomprehensiblefactthathehadallowedhimselftoenjoythisconversation.Hefeltadimsenseofbetrayal,thehintofanunknowndanger."Doyouexpectmetoforgetwhatyouare?"heasked,knowingthatthiswaswhathehadforgotten.
"Idonotexpectyoutothinkofmeatall."
Underhisanger,theemotionwhichReardenwouldnotacknowledgeremainedunstatedandunthought;heknewitonlyasahintofpain.Hadhefacedit,hewouldhaveknownthathestillheardFrancisco’svoicesaying,"Iamtheonlyonewhowillofferit...ifyouwillacceptit...."Heheardthewordsandthestrangelysolemninflectionofthequietvoiceandaninexplicableanswerofhisown,somethingwithinhimthatwantedtocryyes,toaccept,totellthismanthatheaccepted,thatheneededit—thoughtherewasnonameforwhatheneeded,itwasnotgratitude,andheknewthatitwasnotgratitudethismanhadmeant.
Aloud,hesaid,"Ididn’tseektotalktoyou.Butyou’veaskedforitandyou’regoingtohearit.Tome,there’sonlyoneformofhumandepravity—themanwithoutapurpose."
"Thatistrue."
"Icanforgiveallthoseothers,they’renotvicious,they’remerelyhelpless.Butyou—you’rethekindwhocan’tbeforgiven."
"ItisagainstthesinofforgivenessthatIwantedtowarnyou."
"Youhadthegreatestchanceinlife.
