"Whether it was you or anyone else, I think I would feel the same way that I do right now. They would still be words I had no answer for."
Words that she's going to have to figure out how to bury, because how is she supposed to talk to others to sort this one out? No, it'll be better if she can put them somewhere and forget, so that the strange self consciousness they bring can also be forgotten in the process.
~They are not a question that needs an answer, simply a true thing. No better or worse than the truth that you are blind or the truth of your skill with machines. But it is as you say, you can hardly check for yourself.~
"Sometimes things ask for answers, questions or not."
But at the least, how much they have shaken her mind can remain her own private secret. Instead, her fingers land on a light fabric, somewhat floaty, a dress certainly too long for herself, but...
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That much, she can bring herself to say.
"Whether it was you or anyone else, I think I would feel the same way that I do right now. They would still be words I had no answer for."
Words that she's going to have to figure out how to bury, because how is she supposed to talk to others to sort this one out? No, it'll be better if she can put them somewhere and forget, so that the strange self consciousness they bring can also be forgotten in the process.
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But at the least, how much they have shaken her mind can remain her own private secret. Instead, her fingers land on a light fabric, somewhat floaty, a dress certainly too long for herself, but...
"...Would this fit you?"
Lighter fabrics are probably welcome for this eternal weather.