...It helped to keep moving, and never put down roots somewhere. I may say that "I would have done this in their situation", but honestly, I have never lived in the shoes of someone with their heart deeply rooted in someplace, or with someone, before.
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*if this were in person, no eye contact; his voice is emotionless*
*holds up his hand with its palm facing hers, and takes hers, placing palm-to-palm with his; his fingers are much longer, and wider*
All of this has made me think about us, about how different we are.
*he stares into her eyes, his face looking somehow tired; he speaks as if this resounding truth has been bottled up within him for weeks* ...About how we couldn't possibly belong with each other.
[Private] How can I let myself love you, I'm only taking advantage of you. [/Private]
How old do you think I am? Maybe eight...nine years older than you? Or could it be fifteen, even? There's no doubting that.
You're young, and as wise as you are because of your experiences in battle, still naive in other ways. If you were with me, you'd only be pulled along, like a child holding an adult's hand... *his voice gets quieter as he says the last sentence, and pulls his hand away from hers, as if from discomfort*
*his voice just slightly gruff* Anyone... anyone can die. It's an inescapable fate! Of course you need protection. But how can I, when you're so damn far away from me?
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*if this were in person, no eye contact; his voice is emotionless*
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Their faces. Their faces as they followed me.
I am haunted by it every night since.
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Priscilla...
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All of this has made me think about us, about how different we are.
*he stares into her eyes, his face looking somehow tired; he speaks as if this resounding truth has been bottled up within him for weeks* ...About how we couldn't possibly belong with each other.
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Do you really believe that?
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How old do you think I am? Maybe eight...nine years older than you? Or could it be fifteen, even? There's no doubting that.
You're young, and as wise as you are because of your experiences in battle, still naive in other ways. If you were with me, you'd only be pulled along, like a child holding an adult's hand... *his voice gets quieter as he says the last sentence, and pulls his hand away from hers, as if from discomfort*
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You think me a child.
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Your face is just like theirs...
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