[It's an admission that comes slowly, and with reluctance. She could've just accepted his thanks and left it alone, and closed her eyes, and drowsed like this in his arms. It would have been fine, and that could have been that.
But he's shared something with her that she knows, deep down, he probably didn't want to. How there had been moments when he would have lied or dodged, except that she'd told him to tell the truth. And maybe that's what makes her want to give back, in her own way. To make herself vulnerable, like he is.
(That's a lie. It's not about him, no matter how much she might try to rationalize it. It's because she wants to confess to someone, and right now he's a willing, captive audience.) ]
In the basement. There were...other Speakers he took, before me. I don't know their names. But I want to give them the peace of being remembered, too.
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[It's an admission that comes slowly, and with reluctance. She could've just accepted his thanks and left it alone, and closed her eyes, and drowsed like this in his arms. It would have been fine, and that could have been that.
But he's shared something with her that she knows, deep down, he probably didn't want to. How there had been moments when he would have lied or dodged, except that she'd told him to tell the truth. And maybe that's what makes her want to give back, in her own way. To make herself vulnerable, like he is.
(That's a lie. It's not about him, no matter how much she might try to rationalize it. It's because she wants to confess to someone, and right now he's a willing, captive audience.) ]
In the basement. There were...other Speakers he took, before me. I don't know their names. But I want to give them the peace of being remembered, too.