[He answers… But she does not. Not immediately. There had been a part of her that thought he wouldn’t. Perhaps… that almost hoped he wouldn’t, so that she may then be “right” about that question she had asked him, at that bar counter in Xanadu moons ago. But he does, and so she-]
There was a time when you said that you would be my friend.
[And she had not believed him. She never believed anyone the first time they said it. Not that she has heard it often… but the pattern holds. The word is… useless. So useless. To half the people in this place, the word didn’t even seem to mean anything like what she’d once imagined, what she wanted it to mean.
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There was a time when you said that you would be my friend.
[And she had not believed him. She never believed anyone the first time they said it. Not that she has heard it often… but the pattern holds. The word is… useless. So useless. To half the people in this place, the word didn’t even seem to mean anything like what she’d once imagined, what she wanted it to mean.
But still she asks, like a fool-]
Have you come to regret that, yet?
[Or was it still “true”?]