[ It was bad enough when she had thought them spirits. When she had thought the dreams reflection of her own worries: that she would leave and it would hurt both her and Byerly, that she would be happy and surrounded by love and he would be alone, that for a moment she would be gripped as if she meant everything in the world and then immediately be superseded by Bastien, who had better reason to be loved. That Byerly's sense of honour would always be more important than either of them.
And the other; that every stitch of her truth pulled out of her and examined would never be enough. That knowing she had shattered, knowing she had never ceased to love him even when it was inarguable would always be too little too late. It would never heal anything. Even cooler to each other they would be compatriots, she would beg to no avail, and—
And now? To have been seen? Not spirits at all?
Perhaps the fact that her eyes are wide and she is still holding the cloche is answer enough. ]
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And the other; that every stitch of her truth pulled out of her and examined would never be enough. That knowing she had shattered, knowing she had never ceased to love him even when it was inarguable would always be too little too late. It would never heal anything. Even cooler to each other they would be compatriots, she would beg to no avail, and—
And now? To have been seen? Not spirits at all?
Perhaps the fact that her eyes are wide and she is still holding the cloche is answer enough. ]