Maybe she would be able to agree with that sentiment if things had been different. If she hadn't spent months thinking she was the one who didn't deserve him. If he had mistreated her or Saoirse in any way, if he had done anything worse than exasperate her with the excruciatingly polite extent of his care.
Maybe this is what she deserves for thinking he was perfect. A rude awakening. But the way he speaks of himself now, as if he ought to be nothing to her, as if she should discard him, is infuriating. He has done terrible things -- or allowed terrible things to happen -- but not to her. So she can't forgive him, but she can't condemn him, either. It's not her place.
She hasn't always been concerned with staying in her place, but this time, it seems like the only fair course of action.
She takes a slow breath, trying not to stare at the scars on his chest, trying not to note that they are exactly the same as the one on his cheek, the one she'd taken for some childhood injury barely worth remembering.
"What if she came here?" she finds herself asking. "Lucille. What would you do?"
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Date: 2018-03-12 05:39 pm (UTC)Maybe this is what she deserves for thinking he was perfect. A rude awakening. But the way he speaks of himself now, as if he ought to be nothing to her, as if she should discard him, is infuriating. He has done terrible things -- or allowed terrible things to happen -- but not to her. So she can't forgive him, but she can't condemn him, either. It's not her place.
She hasn't always been concerned with staying in her place, but this time, it seems like the only fair course of action.
She takes a slow breath, trying not to stare at the scars on his chest, trying not to note that they are exactly the same as the one on his cheek, the one she'd taken for some childhood injury barely worth remembering.
"What if she came here?" she finds herself asking. "Lucille. What would you do?"