[ Claire is finishing up the tea, combining all of the ingredients together so that she can judge by smell if it needs anything else. He's correct that hindsight is often the best way to learn a lesson. Or perhaps she did know what she was doing, and let herself pretend otherwise. She isn't really sure anymore. And Bree has forgiven her, even urged her to go back to Jamie.
After a lapse of quiet where she's simply tweaking and working on perfecting the blend, she finally speaks up. ]
Do you ever wish you were human? To be born, live, and die like the rest of us?
[ A heavy question, perhaps. But what else does one ask the archangel of all archangels? She doesn't want to ask something him anything inane. Although— ]
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After a lapse of quiet where she's simply tweaking and working on perfecting the blend, she finally speaks up. ]
Do you ever wish you were human? To be born, live, and die like the rest of us?
[ A heavy question, perhaps. But what else does one ask the archangel of all archangels? She doesn't want to ask something him anything inane. Although— ]
And what is your favorite color?