[the gesture triggers a memory, buried deep in her records, somewhere under her adventure and assigned tasks and things to know and gained knowledge. a faint memory, of looking into eyes and feeling the warmth of the sun as hands touched her face, telling her something without words to get in the way. then, she hadn't been confused. things had been so new, but she was certain.
maybe she can be that certain again. with hope, who knew?]
...I would like that.
[there's a softness in her words. small, and hidden underneath her being herself, but still there if one knew her - small differences that mean quite a bit.]
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maybe she can be that certain again. with hope, who knew?]
...I would like that.
[there's a softness in her words. small, and hidden underneath her being herself, but still there if one knew her - small differences that mean quite a bit.]