[ They’re supposed to be talking about her, here, but then she turns right around and offers him sympathy in return, encouragement that he hadn’t asked for or thought he needed.
He turns to look at her, quiet and unmoving, and at first he’s not sure what to say. It’s strange to hear such a sentiment from someone he barely knows, but it strikes something in him. Something deep in his core, the part of him that’s decided to live.
A light, breathless little chuckle escapes him. ]
You’re good people, Marianne, no matter what that mirror had to say.
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He turns to look at her, quiet and unmoving, and at first he’s not sure what to say. It’s strange to hear such a sentiment from someone he barely knows, but it strikes something in him. Something deep in his core, the part of him that’s decided to live.
A light, breathless little chuckle escapes him. ]
You’re good people, Marianne, no matter what that mirror had to say.