( He listens, again, and it seems a learned habit — to digest what is given to him, to absorb knowledge and only act on it thereafter, with measure, with discipline.
Kamala speaks, and something seems to break in her. A responsible man might reach out, might draw her close. Awkwardly, one hand still bound to the doll at his chest — he is a father, was a father, cannot deny the call to comfort — he fetters an arm over her shoulders. )
No. I don't share their burdens. I could pass for what you are. I could be untroubled with their hardships. It could be that simple.
( A squeeze, tender. ) But you know the truth of it. Once you see pain, you cannot ignore it. You're a kind girl. ( It is plain, even on first encounter. ) I can only hope your people share your sentiments.
( Then, gently, he releases her. ) I should leave. I only wanted... it felt wrong, to not at least try to urge you. To beg you to consider. It felt wrong.
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( He listens, again, and it seems a learned habit — to digest what is given to him, to absorb knowledge and only act on it thereafter, with measure, with discipline.
Kamala speaks, and something seems to break in her. A responsible man might reach out, might draw her close. Awkwardly, one hand still bound to the doll at his chest — he is a father, was a father, cannot deny the call to comfort — he fetters an arm over her shoulders. )
No. I don't share their burdens. I could pass for what you are. I could be untroubled with their hardships. It could be that simple.
( A squeeze, tender. ) But you know the truth of it. Once you see pain, you cannot ignore it. You're a kind girl. ( It is plain, even on first encounter. ) I can only hope your people share your sentiments.
( Then, gently, he releases her. ) I should leave. I only wanted... it felt wrong, to not at least try to urge you. To beg you to consider. It felt wrong.