[Not for the first time, he wishes she could see herself the way he does, if only for a little while. That he could somehow show her she deserved far, far more than to have to scramble for survival in an arena where the very environment could become the enemy in a heartbeat.
But he knows well enough by now that she doesn't see her own worth, and some days not even her many good points are apparent to her. So he knows that any rebuttal he offers will end up part of a circular argument that will, in the end, only upset them both even more. And really, they've both got enough to deal with just now, without that.
Doesn't mean he has to like it, though.]
I suppose we will, [he says, in a tone that fairly screams his disagreement.] But even so... where else would I possibly be?
[Where could he possibly go but her side, he means. Castes or no, cover or no... how could he just leave her there hurting and alone?]
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But he knows well enough by now that she doesn't see her own worth, and some days not even her many good points are apparent to her. So he knows that any rebuttal he offers will end up part of a circular argument that will, in the end, only upset them both even more. And really, they've both got enough to deal with just now, without that.
Doesn't mean he has to like it, though.]
I suppose we will, [he says, in a tone that fairly screams his disagreement.] But even so... where else would I possibly be?
[Where could he possibly go but her side, he means. Castes or no, cover or no... how could he just leave her there hurting and alone?]