[That is the truth of it, isn’t it? A fact they both seem to be learning, here on the edge of nothingess. Or perhaps it is something they knew all along, lying in wait in some dark corner of their hearts.]
It seems terribly unfair. [She wraps her arms around herself, slow, quiet. It’s meager comfort.] Tragic.
[She considers this new revelation, quietly watching this contemplative stranger making this same mental journey as her. When she speaks next, the words lay somewhere between a question and a statement.]
But there can be beauty found in tragedy, can’t there?
[Like a haunting aria as a poor heroine’s tale comes to an end.]
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It seems terribly unfair. [She wraps her arms around herself, slow, quiet. It’s meager comfort.] Tragic.
[She considers this new revelation, quietly watching this contemplative stranger making this same mental journey as her. When she speaks next, the words lay somewhere between a question and a statement.]
But there can be beauty found in tragedy, can’t there?
[Like a haunting aria as a poor heroine’s tale comes to an end.]