[ for him, the faces blur into indistinct features, one after another after another — for her, the few she has found worth focusing on she sees with clarity. she wonders if she'll ever forget the features, no matter how much time passes.

she looks at him, blue eyes sad and steely at once. ]

... no. I wish it wasn't like that. I would never have gone with them, if I'd known. But how could I have? How could they know, either? [ she looks down. ] Is it terrible, to hope she never wakes?