[Angela is quick to wipe her eyes and look up at the newcomer, but slow to actually respond. He's so...happy. So confident in what he's saying. That crying is just her body letting everything go, that it's okay. It's in direct conflict with what she's learned throughout this whole ordeal of losing her parents: That crying is stagnation, it fixes nothing and helps no one. It won't stop war, it won't bring them back, it won't ensure peace so that nobody else has to endure this. This is the first time she's questioned that philosophy.
But...does he even know what it's like? Does he have any idea at all what that kind of loss is like? And if so, how can he possibly be happy and content despite it?
She has to clear her throat of unreleased emotion before she can ask:]
no subject
But...does he even know what it's like? Does he have any idea at all what that kind of loss is like? And if so, how can he possibly be happy and content despite it?
She has to clear her throat of unreleased emotion before she can ask:]
Who...are you?