[ She can think of several words and yet none. She has heard him say her name with a doting affection when allowing himself that rare warmth of companionship. She has heard his voice break along with his heart while she stared down the barrel of his gun and begged for the mercy of it. Yet how can this be more? How can it be nothing? ]
I don't...know. [ Rarely is she so hesitant, so openly bewildered, but she doesn't know how to answer. ] I... I have never heard my name spoken in such a chord. I wouldn't know what to name it.
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I don't...know. [ Rarely is she so hesitant, so openly bewildered, but she doesn't know how to answer. ] I... I have never heard my name spoken in such a chord. I wouldn't know what to name it.
[ She only knows that it doesn't sound...right. ]