[And, likewise, he'll let her go. There's a question burning the tip of his tongue, hovering there like a ghost, and he almost asks it, almost turns as she begins walking away from him, almost calls out the words that stutter and start in his throat.
Whether she found them in there, the people from her world. The ones that matter, one way or another, for better or worse.
But he doesn't. It's not in him, to prolong a conversation already cut short, and it would make little difference besides. Her answer is not his answer. And so he'll remain where he is for some time longer, listening to the sound of her retreating footsteps whilst he remains poised between one difficult position and another. Undecided.]
no subject
Whether she found them in there, the people from her world. The ones that matter, one way or another, for better or worse.
But he doesn't. It's not in him, to prolong a conversation already cut short, and it would make little difference besides. Her answer is not his answer. And so he'll remain where he is for some time longer, listening to the sound of her retreating footsteps whilst he remains poised between one difficult position and another. Undecided.]