[He's quiet as she talks; instantly locked onto the words the second she starts talking. The quick description does- or did, at least, use to fit. As much as he's tempted to tell her it's not true anymore, he doesn't have powers... he can't make himself.
There wasn't a 'better' in his mind. This whole time. He'd come to realize it at some point, maybe some months ago, as the pain grew worse and he couldn't find a way to make things okay. After Pan, he's wary of promises, but there's only so far he can stand it; in a world without hope, he'll cling to any hint he can find. No one ever said it got better. He'd learned it didn't, not for people like him. And he could feel it, at the end. Maybe this person wasn't like him. Maybe she didn't have-
He looks up, trying to find her eyes under that hood, looking for any sign that she might be making this up. He has to know.]
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[He's quiet as she talks; instantly locked onto the words the second she starts talking. The quick description does- or did, at least, use to fit. As much as he's tempted to tell her it's not true anymore, he doesn't have powers... he can't make himself.
There wasn't a 'better' in his mind. This whole time. He'd come to realize it at some point, maybe some months ago, as the pain grew worse and he couldn't find a way to make things okay. After Pan, he's wary of promises, but there's only so far he can stand it; in a world without hope, he'll cling to any hint he can find. No one ever said it got better. He'd learned it didn't, not for people like him. And he could feel it, at the end. Maybe this person wasn't like him. Maybe she didn't have-
He looks up, trying to find her eyes under that hood, looking for any sign that she might be making this up. He has to know.]
What was it?