[And he turns to Xie Lian, and even though its bittersweet, even though it's a taste of melancholy at the back of his throat, that bridges have been burned, things have been crossed, he's gone down a path that can't be retraced, he knows, that's how life is.]
The person I told you about. The one who died under my watch. His death, one of my greatest failures. I still remember a memory of him quite vividly. I had approached him, and asked him to show me something since we were friends, and he said with such a stern voice "we're not friends". [And a little laugh.] That's how it is, sometimes. Sometimes, people are too similar, or too different, or live in different worlds, or hurt one another too much. They can still be kind to each other, and that being said, I am glad for your kindness. You healed me that day I returned, and I am grateful for that.
[Irene as a beagle gets to her feet, wobbling a little, bleary, tired. She leans against his feet, and he reaches down to pet her]
I'm glad that for a moment, perhaps, I was a ship passing in the night. But as it seems, we must move on to our hopeful shores, yes?
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[And he turns to Xie Lian, and even though its bittersweet, even though it's a taste of melancholy at the back of his throat, that bridges have been burned, things have been crossed, he's gone down a path that can't be retraced, he knows, that's how life is.]
The person I told you about. The one who died under my watch. His death, one of my greatest failures. I still remember a memory of him quite vividly. I had approached him, and asked him to show me something since we were friends, and he said with such a stern voice "we're not friends". [And a little laugh.] That's how it is, sometimes. Sometimes, people are too similar, or too different, or live in different worlds, or hurt one another too much. They can still be kind to each other, and that being said, I am glad for your kindness. You healed me that day I returned, and I am grateful for that.
[Irene as a beagle gets to her feet, wobbling a little, bleary, tired. She leans against his feet, and he reaches down to pet her]
I'm glad that for a moment, perhaps, I was a ship passing in the night. But as it seems, we must move on to our hopeful shores, yes?