[D33 nods again, his eyes moving back to the table where he taps idly with his fingers.]
I suppose not, no.
[There's a lengthy pause then. What more is there to say, really? But he feels as if he wants to. After twenty plus years of bottling up every emotion, negative or positive, that he felt, he finds it quite difficult to let go of that control now. On the other hand, what he is feeling now is so difficult to ignore, he feels he might go mad to try and keep it in. He feels almost as if he's been spilling his guts to anyone that will listen, the foolish man.
[Here he goes again.]
She was from my world. I've known her for...quite a long time, in fact.
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I suppose not, no.
[There's a lengthy pause then. What more is there to say, really? But he feels as if he wants to. After twenty plus years of bottling up every emotion, negative or positive, that he felt, he finds it quite difficult to let go of that control now. On the other hand, what he is feeling now is so difficult to ignore, he feels he might go mad to try and keep it in. He feels almost as if he's been spilling his guts to anyone that will listen, the foolish man.
[Here he goes again.]
She was from my world. I've known her for...quite a long time, in fact.