But I do not want your anger. Not on my behalf. What she did to me is mine, and— [ a shaky breath— ] there is so much in me still that would leap out to defend her.
[ Alexandrie shakes her head, and then looks down at their hands. Older hands, by a decade, somehow holding again.
She looks back up at him, at the lines of his face that time and hardship made. Remembers him younger, hanging her a swing. ]
If you are to be angry, let it be for what she did to us. To you.
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[ Clearer this time, more solid. Even. ]
But I do not want your anger. Not on my behalf. What she did to me is mine, and— [ a shaky breath— ] there is so much in me still that would leap out to defend her.
[ Alexandrie shakes her head, and then looks down at their hands. Older hands, by a decade, somehow holding again.
She looks back up at him, at the lines of his face that time and hardship made. Remembers him younger, hanging her a swing. ]
If you are to be angry, let it be for what she did to us. To you.