[ that makes her smile a little, but there isn't much warmth or cheer to it. he says it's another similarity, but she thinks there are differences enough, in how much he's fond and in how much he's saddened. ]
You care a little too much.
[ isn't that one of his biggest problems in the first place? four care a little much about the worst things. ]
... I don't know. [ her voice is as quiet as it is uncertain. ] He offered, and I'm tempted.
[ ... ]
It doesn't seem real.
[ doubt so easily creeps into her cracked heart, in the lines where faith should have strengthened it. ]
[he will gently take Four's hand in his, standing in the middle of this probably busy street with her. 'You care a little too much', and isn't that true? Well, he's long since past the 'him' who'd deny it. At least, in front of Four he won't,
he thinks of the brief snatches he got to see of Four from Irminsul. So much taken out of context, and yet so much of it making sense.]
You can have more than what you think you deserve, Clover. I think you deserve so much more.
[Even if he's never learned of her crimes against humanity, not that he'd judge her for them either. sorry, but he is more attached to four than he is of the people in her world, people he privately thinks doesn't deserve her anyway,]
Keep thinking about it, okay? Who knows how things will shake out tomorrow, but... I hope they all work out.
[he'll hold hope in his heart for Four, if she can't.]
[ the people of her world don't deserve her; they deserve much better than her.
she curls her fingers around his, as if that would let her hold onto him for a little while longer. his words are so sweet to her and her brittle emotions. she wants them to be true. she doesn't want to think how much of it could be the front he's too used to having.
she'd like him to be true, whatever that means. (she doesn't know how long she'd like him to be true.)
the words, I don't want to miss you, Lavi die on her lips, a wish she doesn't have the courage to utter.
instead of saying anything, she slips her free hand out of its glove, placing the coolness of her hand against the warmth of his. ]
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You care a little too much.
[ isn't that one of his biggest problems in the first place? four care a little much about the worst things. ]
... I don't know. [ her voice is as quiet as it is uncertain. ] He offered, and I'm tempted.
[ ... ]
It doesn't seem real.
[ doubt so easily creeps into her cracked heart, in the lines where faith should have strengthened it. ]
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he thinks of the brief snatches he got to see of Four from Irminsul. So much taken out of context, and yet so much of it making sense.]
You can have more than what you think you deserve, Clover. I think you deserve so much more.
[Even if he's never learned of her crimes against humanity, not that he'd judge her for them either. sorry, but he is more attached to four than he is of the people in her world, people he privately thinks doesn't deserve her anyway,]
Keep thinking about it, okay? Who knows how things will shake out tomorrow, but... I hope they all work out.
[he'll hold hope in his heart for Four, if she can't.]
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she curls her fingers around his, as if that would let her hold onto him for a little while longer. his words are so sweet to her and her brittle emotions. she wants them to be true. she doesn't want to think how much of it could be the front he's too used to having.
she'd like him to be true, whatever that means. (she doesn't know how long she'd like him to be true.)
the words, I don't want to miss you, Lavi die on her lips, a wish she doesn't have the courage to utter.
instead of saying anything, she slips her free hand out of its glove, placing the coolness of her hand against the warmth of his. ]