[ She doesn't say anything to that. She can't fathom how he trusts her now, when she's all but told him she'll interfere if he tries to sacrifice himself again. And she can't fathom the break in her own trust, her feelings of betrayal that he'd do it at all.
The thought that finally spurs her to move - a long, quiet two minutes later - is:
If I were in his shoes, what would I do?
Knowing that answer finally breaks her hard, bitter resolve. She pushes herself off the floor and pads over to him, careful and a little hesitant. Gently she settles by his side, curling up on the floor again and circling both her arms around one of his, leaning her head on his shoulder. She says not a word. She just stays there, careful and loving and in love and scared of the future. ]
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The thought that finally spurs her to move - a long, quiet two minutes later - is:
If I were in his shoes, what would I do?
Knowing that answer finally breaks her hard, bitter resolve. She pushes herself off the floor and pads over to him, careful and a little hesitant. Gently she settles by his side, curling up on the floor again and circling both her arms around one of his, leaning her head on his shoulder. She says not a word. She just stays there, careful and loving and in love and scared of the future. ]