It's spoken simply, but he and she both know it was never that simple. Or maybe it was: mutual survival, yearning for being a part of something. Motivations are tricksy.
The grin fades, but it leaves happiness in its wake. Happiness enough that she has to restrain herself from pouncing, from demeaning more, more words, more explanation, the Many Mothers helped? The Citadel is the new Green Place? How, how, how-
But he helped, and he's been telling her, and maybe she can help. A little.
"You told me this. What... What can I tell you, Road Warrior?"
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It's spoken simply, but he and she both know it was never that simple. Or maybe it was: mutual survival, yearning for being a part of something. Motivations are tricksy.
The grin fades, but it leaves happiness in its wake. Happiness enough that she has to restrain herself from pouncing, from demeaning more, more words, more explanation, the Many Mothers helped? The Citadel is the new Green Place? How, how, how-
But he helped, and he's been telling her, and maybe she can help. A little.
"You told me this. What... What can I tell you, Road Warrior?"