[ That's the problem, though — she's not sure of the why of it, but she wants the why to matter. Maybe it's the photograph he's holding, or the way he speaks of a son that likely no longer exists, or the fact that he is kind, despite all else. It's hard to say. She's not one to examine her bleeding heart.
She watches a patron's expression flicker from surprise, to confusion, then to discomfort. No one's burst his bubble, it seems ( or maybe they have tried, and it didn't work ). A beat later— ]
Perhaps they were human, once. [ And something made them otherwise. ] I can't imagine there's much to be gained by believing you are something you are not.
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She watches a patron's expression flicker from surprise, to confusion, then to discomfort. No one's burst his bubble, it seems ( or maybe they have tried, and it didn't work ). A beat later— ]
Perhaps they were human, once. [ And something made them otherwise. ] I can't imagine there's much to be gained by believing you are something you are not.