[ She nods to his answers. Her hands nearly raise to leave him before he speaks again. A tilt of her head and gentle twitch of her bent ears gives way.
That older, more ancient part, struggles to say what she wishes to. How she wishes things were as simple and forthcoming as they used to be. How she wishes their past misfortunes did not leave her as she is now, so he could see all the love she holds inside for him. For she must be the broken one, not him. He has held his head high and confident in every life they would be together. Where... well, her doubts, seem to root her further in place.
Was I not the one who was so confident and hopeful when we blinded our paths in a time no longer known? How can you even recongize me as this, Costas...? ]
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That older, more ancient part, struggles to say what she wishes to. How she wishes things were as simple and forthcoming as they used to be. How she wishes their past misfortunes did not leave her as she is now, so he could see all the love she holds inside for him. For she must be the broken one, not him. He has held his head high and confident in every life they would be together. Where... well, her doubts, seem to root her further in place.
Was I not the one who was so confident and hopeful when we blinded our paths in a time no longer known? How can you even recongize me as this, Costas...? ]
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