You watch your computer screen, reading the words that Laidlaw wrote.
A tear falls down your face.
You see the truth of your situation, just like Gordon did on the deck of the Borealis.
You are old. No longer a child.
Your responsibilities only grow each day.
You have less and less time to spend playing games.
You remember your friends and the times you shared in Half-Life and Half-Life 2.
You realize they are over now, finally.
The last hope you clung to HL2 Episode 3 is done.
Just as your childhood is.
You are Gordon Freeman.
A man sailing a ship in space to his destruction.
There will be no Vortigaunts to save you.
--Anon