"I suppose one can," Edith says softly, as if only just realizing that herself. It only stands to reason, of course — it works the same way anything else does — but it's strange to consider, too, in terms as simple as that. In all the time they've both been here, trying to parse what they are to each other has never seemed to her to be anything other than painfully complicated, but maybe that isn't the case. Maybe, at least, it doesn't have to be.
As tempting as it might be, though, if she is going to act on it, this doesn't seem like the time. Emotions are running too high. She understands what's written on his back about as well as she thinks anyone could, but the circumstances that brought him here still aren't lost to her, and she doesn't think it would be right, doing something now, prompted in part by all of that. Whatever she's made her peace with, the dead — the women who weren't as lucky as her — deserve better than that.
Looking over at him, she asks, "But you remember now?"
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Date: 2016-06-25 04:48 am (UTC)As tempting as it might be, though, if she is going to act on it, this doesn't seem like the time. Emotions are running too high. She understands what's written on his back about as well as she thinks anyone could, but the circumstances that brought him here still aren't lost to her, and she doesn't think it would be right, doing something now, prompted in part by all of that. Whatever she's made her peace with, the dead — the women who weren't as lucky as her — deserve better than that.
Looking over at him, she asks, "But you remember now?"