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Date: 2024-05-13 01:47 am (UTC)It takes him a while to find words. Any words. Even when he does, he's not sure they're the right ones, but in the face of her admission she deserves to know, doesn't she?
"I used to dream about it." Barely a breath, as if saying it any louder is too great a risk. "What it could be like. When the war was over, if. If."