[ She hopes no one will ever take away her choice again. Part of her is scared some days that all this will end and she'll be left with old life. Hollow, cold, alone. Trapped. Dead. She tries not to dwell on that, however, and instead on Vanyel's warmth as he lies next to her and pets her hair so soothingly. ]
I hope I can, someday, [ she admits. Quietly. ]
Come to peace with them. Maybe. I don't know. [ There's so much she's still unsure about. ] But I guess I have you to help me figure out the things I'm not sure about, huh?
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Part of her is scared some days that all this will end and she'll be left with old life. Hollow, cold, alone. Trapped. Dead. She tries not to dwell on that, however, and instead on Vanyel's warmth as he lies next to her and pets her hair so soothingly. ]
I hope I can, someday, [ she admits. Quietly. ]
Come to peace with them. Maybe. I don't know. [ There's so much she's still unsure about. ] But I guess I have you to help me figure out the things I'm not sure about, huh?