Maybe. [One word, clipped and curt. Dorothea studies him for a moment, suspicion still dancing in her eyes. Then that defensive exterior of hers seems to deflate slightly and she sighs. When she speaks this time, much of the previous hostility in her voice has given way for bitter-tinged uncertainty.] Not really.
[She crosses her arms over chest and joins him in examining the surrounding void. The longer she remains in the proximity of such emptiness, the more it seems to beckon to the lingering doubts hiding in the dark corners of her mind. What better place to acknowledge them than here?]
Sometimes I wonder what the point of it is. [Fighting back, fighting for safety, security, an idealized future. Could any of that really be achieved? And if so, would it even be worth the cost?]
no subject
[She crosses her arms over chest and joins him in examining the surrounding void. The longer she remains in the proximity of such emptiness, the more it seems to beckon to the lingering doubts hiding in the dark corners of her mind. What better place to acknowledge them than here?]
Sometimes I wonder what the point of it is. [Fighting back, fighting for safety, security, an idealized future. Could any of that really be achieved? And if so, would it even be worth the cost?]