[It isn't really bravery if he's sure there's nothing downstairs to be scared of. Not for him, at least. What he can't fight, he can run from, and good luck to anything trying to catch a rabbit in the dark.
This woman, though. She's rambling, and he wonders if it's sort of like the opposite of Scarlet. She tried to protect herself from further pain by insisting her present freedom was a trick, putting herself back in hell. Little Red Riding Hood is hiding from whatever she just went through by running back even further in time.
Okay. If that's what she wants to talk about, he can let her do that. He shifts to plunk his butt down on the floor, more comfortable.]
You made your own candy?
[He has no idea who "we" are or why they couldn't have known what candy corn tastes like, but that's the impressive part, to him.]
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This woman, though. She's rambling, and he wonders if it's sort of like the opposite of Scarlet. She tried to protect herself from further pain by insisting her present freedom was a trick, putting herself back in hell. Little Red Riding Hood is hiding from whatever she just went through by running back even further in time.
Okay. If that's what she wants to talk about, he can let her do that. He shifts to plunk his butt down on the floor, more comfortable.]
You made your own candy?
[He has no idea who "we" are or why they couldn't have known what candy corn tastes like, but that's the impressive part, to him.]