Yes...but he will not answer, and even should he, I—
[ She stops with a soft hitch in her breath, her thumb running over the rosary beads gathered in her pocket. Only then does she look back up, jaw still tense from the nagging omen she has yet to name. Something in her wants to weep. ]
I am afraid.
[ She always is one to say that it's better to know, no matter what, and yet? Whether she knows or doesn't know, she knows she won't find comfort. ]
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[ She stops with a soft hitch in her breath, her thumb running over the rosary beads gathered in her pocket. Only then does she look back up, jaw still tense from the nagging omen she has yet to name. Something in her wants to weep. ]
I am afraid.
[ She always is one to say that it's better to know, no matter what, and yet? Whether she knows or doesn't know, she knows she won't find comfort. ]
That has never happened before. Not with him.