[She would ask if there were any other phenomenally foolish choices he feels the need to get off his chest now, but... that was the end of that, wasn't it.]
[Diabound is a name she plans to remember.]
You idiot.
[She's aware she's already informed him of this, but there's something profoundly helpless about the way she says it now. There aren't enough words to measure either the drive he has or the bounds of his foolishness, so far as she's concerned, and so she is reduced to giving her coffee a look as though it's done something to personally offend and sadden her.]
[He's dead, after all.]
I understand... some of your choices. Not everything. [She might never. Still, it isn't a push for more, just an explication of where they are.] Perhaps enough.
[She's not sure she wanted to know this, but she can acknowledge that she may have needed to.]
no subject
[Diabound is a name she plans to remember.]
You idiot.
[She's aware she's already informed him of this, but there's something profoundly helpless about the way she says it now. There aren't enough words to measure either the drive he has or the bounds of his foolishness, so far as she's concerned, and so she is reduced to giving her coffee a look as though it's done something to personally offend and sadden her.]
[He's dead, after all.]
I understand... some of your choices. Not everything. [She might never. Still, it isn't a push for more, just an explication of where they are.] Perhaps enough.
[She's not sure she wanted to know this, but she can acknowledge that she may have needed to.]