[His gaze flits over to the edge of the fountain. While the sentimental part of him stirs at the closure, the pen isn't worth the harassment from alien life form – or so the rational part of him argues.]
You'll find others like it. Although . . .
[Letting his own train of thought trail, he takes one step toward the fountain.]
no subject
You'll find others like it. Although . . .
[Letting his own train of thought trail, he takes one step toward the fountain.]
Letting them win doesn't feel good, either.