She wants to say, no, he couldn't have. Except that he did leave. There is part of that which doesn't stop being a shock no matter how frequently it surfaces. Especially when she means to turn and tell him something.
It's futile, even as the only thing that stays.
"I don't think he could have." The pattern on the chair is horrible this close, or maybe it's just looking back. There had been irrefutable loyalty in the boy when she'd first woken up into their lives.
She pulled back, shaking her head.
"I don't think he knows what he's getting into with his choice, either." He was so peculiar and particular in his beliefs about life already. Taking life -- she couldn't imagine anything that could make her do that again once she had.
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It's futile, even as the only thing that stays.
"I don't think he could have." The pattern on the chair is horrible this close, or maybe it's just looking back. There had been irrefutable loyalty in the boy when she'd first woken up into their lives.
She pulled back, shaking her head.
"I don't think he knows what he's getting into with his choice, either." He was so peculiar and particular in his beliefs about life already. Taking life -- she couldn't imagine anything that could make her do that again once she had.