[ Someday she'll have to tell him the story of her pretend death. Only not, because nobody ever needs to hear the entirety of that story.
She doesn't answer for a time, though there's half a wry smile on her lips as she stares absently at the empty ice cream carton. Is that what she really wants, underneath it all? To make a difference? He's raised some good questions, and they're going to take some serious thought. What exactly is it that she's been trying to prove all these years, and why? She might end up on a high rooftop after all, just to get her thoughts in order. ]
I really just did that for me, you know. I was having a pretty rough time.
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She doesn't answer for a time, though there's half a wry smile on her lips as she stares absently at the empty ice cream carton. Is that what she really wants, underneath it all? To make a difference? He's raised some good questions, and they're going to take some serious thought. What exactly is it that she's been trying to prove all these years, and why? She might end up on a high rooftop after all, just to get her thoughts in order. ]
I really just did that for me, you know. I was having a pretty rough time.