[ She drops her gaze, feeling a sharp rise in sympathy towards him. She doesn't want to imagine what it would have been like to fail. Fuck, it wasn't really an option in the first place. Save her father or, in all likelihood, die. ]
Yeah, well, you know what they say about things lasting. [ They don't. She doesn't say it bitterly or sarcastically, just honestly. ]
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Yeah, well, you know what they say about things lasting. [ They don't. She doesn't say it bitterly or sarcastically, just honestly. ]