[It's impossible not to smile at him. Not to love him. They're not touching, but it feels like they are. Like something from a poem. Touching spirits.]
[She only got to dance with him once. She thinks about this every time she dances with someone else. It feels like a betrayal - of him, but also of herself. But it also feels good.]
I'm researching things, too. For you.
[Because that's what he would be doing: learning everything he could, voraciously, like a bottomless pit of knowledge. She's still not as good at reading and writing as he is, likely never will be, but it feels good to do that, too. It feels like connection.]
You see me now. And I see you, Elend. Neither of us are home.
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[She only got to dance with him once. She thinks about this every time she dances with someone else. It feels like a betrayal - of him, but also of herself. But it also feels good.]
I'm researching things, too. For you.
[Because that's what he would be doing: learning everything he could, voraciously, like a bottomless pit of knowledge. She's still not as good at reading and writing as he is, likely never will be, but it feels good to do that, too. It feels like connection.]
You see me now. And I see you, Elend. Neither of us are home.