( gustave does know of how angry sciel had been at pierre. when life was so precious, so short, in lumière, losing one's own in such a way before the gommage or an expedition seemed like an unnecessary waste. gustave had found himself witness to the despair of those around him, of sciel, always so bright and brave.
it really was a rhetorical question, and yet she gives him more than what he deserves to hear. )
Yeah. ( a smile, light, and then he's holding onto her hand. ) Yeah, you're right.
( it's just love.
how he felt when sophie was gommaged, empty and broken and angryβhis love for her, having nowhere to go.
his breath is a little shaky, his hand a touch tight around hers.
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it really was a rhetorical question, and yet she gives him more than what he deserves to hear. )
Yeah. ( a smile, light, and then he's holding onto her hand. ) Yeah, you're right.
( it's just love.
how he felt when sophie was gommaged, empty and broken and angryβhis love for her, having nowhere to go.
his breath is a little shaky, his hand a touch tight around hers.
now, here's a selfish notion, )
I'm glad you're here.