[Well. He is certainly grander than her, but she keeps that to herself.
But there is that look again. That far-off, distant one that she saw so often. She wishes she can say that she has grown accustomed to it but it scares her more than it soothes her to see it when she shifts to look at him. It's so unreadable and unreachable, and she hates that she doesn't know what he is thinking...
But as he finishes, Benedikta shakes her head, reaching for his face as if she means to pull him back to her.]
You are.
[If he had any doubts. But this could just be that small girl who looked up to him so much speaking for her.
She didn't know these things about him, though, and hearing them now... that rift between them feels like it grows both bigger and smaller all at the same time, if such a thing were possible. Smaller because he is sharing with her, bigger because he should have sooner.
She will come back to all this.
However—]
But that is not what I meant. I meant... living for yourself. Freely.
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But there is that look again. That far-off, distant one that she saw so often. She wishes she can say that she has grown accustomed to it but it scares her more than it soothes her to see it when she shifts to look at him. It's so unreadable and unreachable, and she hates that she doesn't know what he is thinking...
But as he finishes, Benedikta shakes her head, reaching for his face as if she means to pull him back to her.]
You are.
[If he had any doubts. But this could just be that small girl who looked up to him so much speaking for her.
She didn't know these things about him, though, and hearing them now... that rift between them feels like it grows both bigger and smaller all at the same time, if such a thing were possible. Smaller because he is sharing with her, bigger because he should have sooner.
She will come back to all this.
However—]
But that is not what I meant. I meant... living for yourself. Freely.
[With loyalties to no one but himself.]