( he asks if she understands, and in truth - she doesn't. the kneejerk reaction to respond with is that she would rather her own heart break and theirs be kept whole, but would loss change her as it did with him? would she forgo their happiness for her own if it meant their survival? is that within the purview of what she's willing to do for them?
she doesn't know. so she remains steadfast in the first answer until circumstance proves her otherwise.
it's a long moment of staring at the glass in her hands, unwilling (unable) to let her gaze settle on him any longer. her sigh shaky and a little worn. even she knows how out of her depth she is in the moment, but she's the foolhardy fearne calloway, stubborn as they come. )
.. Has yours?
( she knows the answer to the former, but it's the latter that she risks. )
Do you think yours will ever heal?
( to her, what he compares is one and the same. the empty space left behind by a beloved. a broken heart. if he doesn't think his will, what faith does he have that his half by blood would? )
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she doesn't know. so she remains steadfast in the first answer until circumstance proves her otherwise.
it's a long moment of staring at the glass in her hands, unwilling (unable) to let her gaze settle on him any longer. her sigh shaky and a little worn. even she knows how out of her depth she is in the moment, but she's the foolhardy fearne calloway, stubborn as they come. )
.. Has yours?
( she knows the answer to the former, but it's the latter that she risks. )
Do you think yours will ever heal?
( to her, what he compares is one and the same. the empty space left behind by a beloved. a broken heart. if he doesn't think his will, what faith does he have that his half by blood would? )