[She lets him voice his thoughts, knowing full well that saying what she said would take them here.
Here...? How foolish had she been to think that this would remain about the woman on the boat and how trapped she was? How Benedikta wished she could take her away? Sure, that had been the catalyst, but was it ever about that?
Or was it about him?
...
But it's her turn to stare at him equal amounts of confusion and disbelief—so much that she pulls back further that they can easily see the way they mirror one another now.]
I did. I thought...
[She furrows her brow, the image of his younger face then overlapping with what he is now, a certain sadness draping over him.]
no subject
Here...? How foolish had she been to think that this would remain about the woman on the boat and how trapped she was? How Benedikta wished she could take her away? Sure, that had been the catalyst, but was it ever about that?
Or was it about him?
...
But it's her turn to stare at him equal amounts of confusion and disbelief—so much that she pulls back further that they can easily see the way they mirror one another now.]
I did. I thought...
[She furrows her brow, the image of his younger face then overlapping with what he is now, a certain sadness draping over him.]
... You always felt so far away.