Luke has never had to ask himself that. He wonders if he should have, or what it means that he hasn't. He's not sure he has a good enough answer for Bill.
"I guess," he says after a long moment, "because, if I'm worth it, I have to believe other people are. I'm no different from them."
"That's not what I mean," Luke says, shaking his head. "Sure, I'm different. But I'm not better. I'm not worth more. Being different or better or worse at something doesn't change that equation. Because if it does, there's no place to stop. No balance you can possibly find, no math that makes sense."
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"I know," he says gently. "Doing what's right doesn't always make people like you. And that's okay. What matters to me is what you think."
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"WHY ARE PEOPLE EVEN WORTH IT, TO YOU?"
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"I guess," he says after a long moment, "because, if I'm worth it, I have to believe other people are. I'm no different from them."
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Bill drums his fingers.
"I'M NOT GOING TO TALK YOU INTO THIS, I KNOW."
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He stops, expression softening.
"But... thank you. I think."