[One knee bows into the grass, one hand scrabbles at soil, and in two seconds fingers are sorting through pebbles and dirt. Three crystals are unearthed with precision and extracted with care. Crane knows his expression reveals more concern for his task than what passes for sympathy.
But he cannot allow himself to care.]
Perhaps not.
[Those same fingers are now stripping away clumps of dirt and grass, throwing them aside as though they are more complicated feelings.]
no subject
But he cannot allow himself to care.]
Perhaps not.
[Those same fingers are now stripping away clumps of dirt and grass, throwing them aside as though they are more complicated feelings.]
But I hardly think you know what it means.