[ Her laughter is kind, swaying a little to one side. Hair slips and drapes with the motion. ]
If he hadn't been made, you and I wouldn't have met.
[ Half of Fate lives in her, so there will always be that sense of events being written out in some way or another. Lovingly, she reaches to caress Theo's hair. ]
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If he hadn't been made, you and I wouldn't have met.
[ Half of Fate lives in her, so there will always be that sense of events being written out in some way or another. Lovingly, she reaches to caress Theo's hair. ]
Now that would've been something to lament.