[He's gone from a quiet worry to a vague sense of disbelief toward how the clones in her world are treated in the way she talks about it, dying to fix a mistake she's made in the first place. Oscillating between emotions and questions left unspoken because she doesn't need to be interrogated about something she's regretting.
And for good reason. Because the last statement in her confession clears all of it away.
"The look in her eyes ... I've seen it in the mirror."
And...his chest hurts? It's her realization, and he doesn't want to see her like this. To feel the way she does over the choices she had and still has to make.]
Hey. [His hand moves down her arm, clasping her hand and giving it a firm squeeze. To support her. To comfort her.] So long as you know that. If you know who you are, you won't lose yourself.
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And for good reason. Because the last statement in her confession clears all of it away.
"The look in her eyes ... I've seen it in the mirror."
And...his chest hurts? It's her realization, and he doesn't want to see her like this. To feel the way she does over the choices she had and still has to make.]
Hey. [His hand moves down her arm, clasping her hand and giving it a firm squeeze. To support her. To comfort her.] So long as you know that. If you know who you are, you won't lose yourself.