[ The man across the table doesn't speak, not really - he doesn't have a face, in the way that happens when you've never really met someone. She doesn't know what he sounds like, either, his words simply having been spoken when he talks.
"Why her?" ]
... What?
[ "Why Peregrine? You already had Maya." ]
That's not...
"Pain is good," she thinks, "Hurt is real. "To live is to feel every ache that you feel."
[ Janis snorts lightly. ]
And I wanted to sit In the dark with her In the dark with her To prop up that blanket of soothing despair In the dark with her In the dark with her So someone could help bear the weight of the sadness out there
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"Why her?" ]
... What?
[ "Why Peregrine? You already had Maya." ]
That's not...
"Pain is good," she thinks,
"Hurt is real.
"To live is to feel every ache that you feel."
[ Janis snorts lightly. ]
And I wanted to sit
In the dark with her
In the dark with her
To prop up that blanket of soothing despair
In the dark with her
In the dark with her
So someone could help bear the weight of the sadness out there