[ She still loves him, even after that love killed her.
(In the end: twenty three dead, a dozen more wounded, an ancient building pummeled to sand. It'd been fitting perhaps, the retribution she'd always wanted — her love for him hadn't just killed her. It had killed just about everyone.) ]
Fuck the rest. [ The word is hard enough to mow a man down, some of Saul's old temper flaring in her now — or was it Perahia? Did the anger come with the name ] The rest don't know. Don't know a thing. Never did and never will. I know you.
[ Whatever edge her anger had found in her vanishes and she's soft again and reaching for him. ] I've seen, I have. [ Perahia's fingertips brush tentatively the collar of his shirt. ] I've seen your heart.
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(In the end: twenty three dead, a dozen more wounded, an ancient building pummeled to sand. It'd been fitting perhaps, the retribution she'd always wanted — her love for him hadn't just killed her. It had killed just about everyone.) ]
Fuck the rest. [ The word is hard enough to mow a man down, some of Saul's old temper flaring in her now — or was it Perahia? Did the anger come with the name ] The rest don't know. Don't know a thing. Never did and never will. I know you.
[ Whatever edge her anger had found in her vanishes and she's soft again and reaching for him. ] I've seen, I have. [ Perahia's fingertips brush tentatively the collar of his shirt. ] I've seen your heart.
It was a gift.