[She says it sadly, because she knows it's true. He wouldn't feel the need to explain all this to her if there wasn't more. She knows that, as much as she doesn't want to think about it. It would be easier to keep things as they are, to move forward as if her future may never happen and his past is a figment of his imagination, but that wouldn't be healthy, nor would it last.]
Just...tell me one thing first. [She swallows past a knot in her throat, watching him with careful eyes, at a loss of what she wants his answer to be to a very important question.] After all the things you did to me, to my friends, to the people that I love...afterward, before you left, what did I do about it? What were we?
[Were they friends? Did he become her enemy and this was his way of trying to somehow fix it? In the end, that's what matters most, because if she can forgive the things that are coming, if from where he's standing she already has, then maybe she doesn't need to know every little gory detail.]
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[She says it sadly, because she knows it's true. He wouldn't feel the need to explain all this to her if there wasn't more. She knows that, as much as she doesn't want to think about it. It would be easier to keep things as they are, to move forward as if her future may never happen and his past is a figment of his imagination, but that wouldn't be healthy, nor would it last.]
Just...tell me one thing first. [She swallows past a knot in her throat, watching him with careful eyes, at a loss of what she wants his answer to be to a very important question.] After all the things you did to me, to my friends, to the people that I love...afterward, before you left, what did I do about it? What were we?
[Were they friends? Did he become her enemy and this was his way of trying to somehow fix it? In the end, that's what matters most, because if she can forgive the things that are coming, if from where he's standing she already has, then maybe she doesn't need to know every little gory detail.]