Maybe it's blindness. Maybe it's the last piece of herself that's still genuinely a child, unable to see things with the cynical clarity with which she sees the rest of the world.
"Was... I supposed to stop him getting into this difficulty?"
She does love him. It's a simple love, just now, uncomplicated as it will likely become. It's the best she can comprehend.
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Maybe it's blindness. Maybe it's the last piece of herself that's still genuinely a child, unable to see things with the cynical clarity with which she sees the rest of the world.
"Was... I supposed to stop him getting into this difficulty?"
She does love him. It's a simple love, just now, uncomplicated as it will likely become. It's the best she can comprehend.