[Even through it all, she continues those small gestures of comfort, her eyes never once leaving his face, though her surprise is there. He never struck her as the vengeful sort, and she wonders how much had changed in between then and the day she had met him with all of his confident swagger and lopsided grins. For a moment, as that thought occurs to her, it truly does sound like he is telling her the story of another, but it had been so long ago...
Almost like another lifetime now. Or, at least, that is how she feels about her own days long past. How different she had been then, too, so small and afraid.]
... Did it make you feel something? Better?
[There is a sense of understanding there, and no judgment to come, regardless of what his answer would be. Because she would not have been different. She is no different. If given the chance then, and even now, she would seek out retribution without hesitation.]
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Almost like another lifetime now. Or, at least, that is how she feels about her own days long past. How different she had been then, too, so small and afraid.]
... Did it make you feel something? Better?
[There is a sense of understanding there, and no judgment to come, regardless of what his answer would be. Because she would not have been different. She is no different. If given the chance then, and even now, she would seek out retribution without hesitation.]