[ somehow, it had never occured to marta to leave. to hear it's not only possible, but that others have done it before gives her the strangest feeling — some quiet, distant acknowledgement that is both understanding but unfathomable. yes, it is apparently possible. but is it an option for her?
even now, overwhelmed as she is, lost as she feels, the idea of taking it back and rescinding an offer that still seems too good to be true feels not only foolish, but self-destructive. if she feels this badly now, how much more terrible would she feel going home knowing she let an opportunity to save her friend go to waste? ]
I have to believe it is.
[ and that's just it, plain and simple. for harlan, for her.
she lifts her glass towards him, but doesn't tip it back just yet. putting on a brave smile, forcing some life back into the exhaustion on the lines of her face. ]
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even now, overwhelmed as she is, lost as she feels, the idea of taking it back and rescinding an offer that still seems too good to be true feels not only foolish, but self-destructive. if she feels this badly now, how much more terrible would she feel going home knowing she let an opportunity to save her friend go to waste? ]
I have to believe it is.
[ and that's just it, plain and simple. for harlan, for her.
she lifts her glass towards him, but doesn't tip it back just yet. putting on a brave smile, forcing some life back into the exhaustion on the lines of her face. ]
What should we toast on?