[She shrugs, staring deep into the void as if searching for some sort of answer. She’s not sure she likes what she sees (or perhaps more suitably, what she doesn’t see), but the longer she stares at it, the less wrong it begins to feel.]
Ceaseless struggle? The endless search for security in life?
[With a sigh, her attention drifts back to him.]
Why do they always seem so out of reach, no matter how hard we fight to see an end to it?
[The songstress has spent five years breaking her heart bit by bit as war subsumed her life. Willingly so, despite everything. She made a valiant effort to hold fast to her compassion through it all, but the heart can only take so much, couldn’t it?]
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Ceaseless struggle? The endless search for security in life?
[With a sigh, her attention drifts back to him.]
Why do they always seem so out of reach, no matter how hard we fight to see an end to it?
[The songstress has spent five years breaking her heart bit by bit as war subsumed her life. Willingly so, despite everything. She made a valiant effort to hold fast to her compassion through it all, but the heart can only take so much, couldn’t it?]