[He doesn't mean it unkindly. There's-- stubbornness, mostly, setting in.]
That's my point, is what I'm trying to say. Doesn't matter what you've done before, or what blood is on your hands. The past can just be that. The past. And maybe it sounds like a load of crock coming from someone who had an easy choice of it, but I think it's true for everyone. You just have to make the decision to do something different. I know you've got a path you want to see through to the end, and I'm sure you will. Doesn't have to be today. Doesn't have to be tomorrow.
Just when you're ready for it. Find some joy in something. [He will actually look over at her, now.] I'll even get you started - you taught me a few dance steps. Seems like a little thing, but I'll think about that for the rest of my life. That's leaving it better than you found it.
[ It really does seem like such a little thing, thinking about that-- it was indeed something simple, a series of dance steps that he had picked up in no time at all, a dance she could likely perform with nary a thought in her head.
But he looks at her and says it meant something, that it will linger with him... that something she did had a positive and lasting impact, and Primrose gazes back at him, genuinely startled by the admission.
And it isn't merely surprise, try as she might to suppress it. There's gratitude, uncertainty, a fondness she can't rein in, a loneliness that shoves against all of the stubbornness she's maintained... and finally, Primrose draws in a soft breath. ]
You are... rather an amazing individual, Mollymauk.
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She falls silent for a moment, then chuckles. It's low, humorless. ]
I have killed those who wronged me, Molly. Their blood is on my hands and I have used others and done terrible things to get as far as I have.
I don't deserve happiness. And even if I were to believe differently, I don't know if I could even begin to know where to find it.
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[He doesn't mean it unkindly. There's-- stubbornness, mostly, setting in.]
That's my point, is what I'm trying to say. Doesn't matter what you've done before, or what blood is on your hands. The past can just be that. The past. And maybe it sounds like a load of crock coming from someone who had an easy choice of it, but I think it's true for everyone. You just have to make the decision to do something different. I know you've got a path you want to see through to the end, and I'm sure you will. Doesn't have to be today. Doesn't have to be tomorrow.
Just when you're ready for it. Find some joy in something. [He will actually look over at her, now.] I'll even get you started - you taught me a few dance steps. Seems like a little thing, but I'll think about that for the rest of my life. That's leaving it better than you found it.
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But he looks at her and says it meant something, that it will linger with him... that something she did had a positive and lasting impact, and Primrose gazes back at him, genuinely startled by the admission.
And it isn't merely surprise, try as she might to suppress it. There's gratitude, uncertainty, a fondness she can't rein in, a loneliness that shoves against all of the stubbornness she's maintained... and finally, Primrose draws in a soft breath. ]
You are... rather an amazing individual, Mollymauk.