[ What difference is there between either one? Michel, Winter...they're the same person. He wonders, through the haze of trauma revisited, what the other man thinks of someone seeing him like that. His brain catches up, reminding him of that reaction—not too dissimilar to his own.
Ah, well. He can feel the slight movement of fingers against his own. ]
...I'm not surprised you'd say that.
[ The world is full of unknowns and questionable things. People, of course, are always the most suspicious element of them all. That woman who hurt Michel is one of those elements.
When he apologizes, he thinks its entirely unnecessary, but gives the hand a gentle squeeze anyway. ]
Ilus never wanted to die, of course. But, I think in the end, he would have chosen to do the same even if the event repeated itself, and he was alive at the beginning of it. [ He says, feeling bitter about it still. ] Still, he was able to be there, to do his best to protect me, so that I wouldn't face it alone. Sometimes, I imagine I can be satisfied imagining that is enough.
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Ah, well. He can feel the slight movement of fingers against his own. ]
...I'm not surprised you'd say that.
[ The world is full of unknowns and questionable things. People, of course, are always the most suspicious element of them all. That woman who hurt Michel is one of those elements.
When he apologizes, he thinks its entirely unnecessary, but gives the hand a gentle squeeze anyway. ]
Ilus never wanted to die, of course. But, I think in the end, he would have chosen to do the same even if the event repeated itself, and he was alive at the beginning of it. [ He says, feeling bitter about it still. ] Still, he was able to be there, to do his best to protect me, so that I wouldn't face it alone. Sometimes, I imagine I can be satisfied imagining that is enough.