[ for a long moment, she says nothing. it's so irreconcilable. she thinks again of his smile, of the shyness of his delight when she had first kissed him. of his open vulnerability when she had taken his hand and chased away the shadows.
it should be impossible that this man is the same one who had created the fold. who had hurt genya. but that's the thing, isn't it? it's too perfect. she can see the seams. mal would never apologize like this. ]
This is really painful for you, isn't it? [ there's a dry sense of amusement in her voice when she finally asks it. that, too, is real. if he's going to work up this performance of an apology, she can at least make him stew in it. ]
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it should be impossible that this man is the same one who had created the fold. who had hurt genya. but that's the thing, isn't it? it's too perfect. she can see the seams. mal would never apologize like this. ]
This is really painful for you, isn't it? [ there's a dry sense of amusement in her voice when she finally asks it. that, too, is real. if he's going to work up this performance of an apology, she can at least make him stew in it. ]