[ She explains, and he hears her. There is a life she's created for herself here. It may not be bigger than the one she left behind, but it's grounded. It has reality. Some measure of normality. The world they inhabit now may not be a good one but that's nothing new to either of them: the world, when peopled, cannot be inherently good.
Her life within it is wholly her own. Just as the choice is.
Finally, he nods his head. ]
Okay.
[ It feels like the sort of thing he should follow up with a token or a warning. You'll be missed or Just be careful. But he may never know her in the first of their shared worlds, and they don't have any idea whether either of them will ever have the option to choose.
Instead he turns away for long enough to reach over the bar and pull out a bottle of wine, two glasses. He doesn't know her drink of choice, but he does know that this stuff is worth drinking. Crossing with them to the table, he pulls the stopper from the bottle and pours them both out a measure. ]
Let's drink to it.
[ To her happiness now. To crafting a life worth giving up everything for. And to washing away the rest of it. ]
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Her life within it is wholly her own. Just as the choice is.
Finally, he nods his head. ]
Okay.
[ It feels like the sort of thing he should follow up with a token or a warning. You'll be missed or Just be careful. But he may never know her in the first of their shared worlds, and they don't have any idea whether either of them will ever have the option to choose.
Instead he turns away for long enough to reach over the bar and pull out a bottle of wine, two glasses. He doesn't know her drink of choice, but he does know that this stuff is worth drinking. Crossing with them to the table, he pulls the stopper from the bottle and pours them both out a measure. ]
Let's drink to it.
[ To her happiness now. To crafting a life worth giving up everything for. And to washing away the rest of it. ]