[And just like that, whatever thrill she's feeling is cut in half, the floor yanked out from under her. She's lost the high. Because he's right. Even if it was victory - it's not hers. It's proof that somebody, somewhere, beat him. That's all.]
[She rubs her eyes like a tired child.]
It . . . I . . .
[Not my solution. Not my solution. She has to keep it, she realizes; she has to beat that too. The desire for simplistic solutions, for the talismanic familiarity, for keeping the devil at arm's length with a wink and a smile: those are all dangers she has to fight. She can beat them. She can.]
[She has to.]
I want it to help. I don't want to just - feel that. It was lonely.
[ Spam ]
[She rubs her eyes like a tired child.]
It . . . I . . .
[Not my solution. Not my solution. She has to keep it, she realizes; she has to beat that too. The desire for simplistic solutions, for the talismanic familiarity, for keeping the devil at arm's length with a wink and a smile: those are all dangers she has to fight. She can beat them. She can.]
[She has to.]
I want it to help. I don't want to just - feel that. It was lonely.
I don't want to go backwards.