[ She does mean it, he realizes, and in that moment, he finds himself hesitating. This was not, in all honesty, the conversation he meant to have when he sat down. He'd meant to do the opposite. Take his mind off things. Talk about something of no importance. He isn't looking for pity, either. Or to sort out his thoughts in the open.
He's also already said...more. Than he'd intended to. He lifts his hand vaguely, like he's trying to indicate it wasn't anything special. His life, that was, that he had here. ]
A cabin. Up on the mountains. Quiet. [ Quiet. More than anything, that'd been important. The genuine peaceful quiet. There was a girl. He does not say it. Cirilla might be here now, but that girl, the shadow of her, she'd been something else. Something he still doesn't want to acknowledge.
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He's also already said...more. Than he'd intended to. He lifts his hand vaguely, like he's trying to indicate it wasn't anything special. His life, that was, that he had here. ]
A cabin. Up on the mountains. Quiet. [ Quiet. More than anything, that'd been important. The genuine peaceful quiet. There was a girl. He does not say it. Cirilla might be here now, but that girl, the shadow of her, she'd been something else. Something he still doesn't want to acknowledge.
—Wait. He peers at Julie. ] What people?