[She's not at all inclined to answer that. It's something that's caught up in her thoughts at times since her arrival. She's been careful not to say a word about it to Cloud, even. It's her burden. Not his. Not anyone else's. What matters is—]
I fail to understand what bearing that has on here and now. What matters is that we're both here.
[Foils of one another. Meeting in a way that likely they never should have to begin with. An objective, presumptuous observation might poise them as light and darkness. In such an idea, those ideals cannot exist without the other. She doesn't know what to think when she's standing with him, however. Close enough that he could touch her or vice versa. As if one might possibly contaminate the other.]
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I fail to understand what bearing that has on here and now. What matters is that we're both here.
[Foils of one another. Meeting in a way that likely they never should have to begin with. An objective, presumptuous observation might poise them as light and darkness. In such an idea, those ideals cannot exist without the other. She doesn't know what to think when she's standing with him, however. Close enough that he could touch her or vice versa. As if one might possibly contaminate the other.]