[ she refuses to regret them once they're made. regardless of how questionable they are. how angry they've made some people.
a hand on the girl's (god's?) shoulder; she squeezes before letting go. ]
Look. I know what this is. However... What determines the choices we make will never align, no matter what kind of pretty words we throw at each other. This girl won't be able to make decisions any way besides her own. It's up to her to make her peace with that.
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I don't regret what I've done.
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a hand on the girl's (god's?) shoulder; she squeezes before letting go. ]
Look. I know what this is. However... What determines the choices we make will never align, no matter what kind of pretty words we throw at each other. This girl won't be able to make decisions any way besides her own. It's up to her to make her peace with that.
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[ she seems. more amused than anything else. ]
You reject the idea of emulation, though?
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/2
[ and she turns.
and stops. ]
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[ now she's out. ]
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[ where does she go now? or does she find herself falling asleep? ]
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