[ It would be easy and preferable to explain it all now, but there's the risk she won't believe him, and yet again the risk that he does more harm to her by telling her she's had her memories altered when he doesn't know the source of it.
It would also be tempting to enjoy this ease and closeness with her, to lean into the warmth of her attentions without the bitterness and sadness that's lingered over them since Alem. But it wouldn't be honest, it wouldn't be true. He would be deceiving and manipulating her.
He wants her to find her way to him, not to have more fantasies put in her mind, more trickery. He's done enough of breaking her heart for a lifetime, hasn't he? ]
A story to be told.
[ He squeezes her hands earnestly, though. ]
Tell me something—do you feel safe here, this place? I need to know.
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It would also be tempting to enjoy this ease and closeness with her, to lean into the warmth of her attentions without the bitterness and sadness that's lingered over them since Alem. But it wouldn't be honest, it wouldn't be true. He would be deceiving and manipulating her.
He wants her to find her way to him, not to have more fantasies put in her mind, more trickery. He's done enough of breaking her heart for a lifetime, hasn't he? ]
A story to be told.
[ He squeezes her hands earnestly, though. ]
Tell me something—do you feel safe here, this place? I need to know.