[Jesse lets out a quiet noise of disappointment, though he obeys. He keeps close to her as she moves, not wanting to lose his hold on her. If he does, maybe she'll disappear. The universe just loves playing those kinds of tricks on him.]
[ She isn't surprised to hear him say something like this, although she might be surprised to believe it. At least he can't be worse than any other man, one who seems to mourn everything and everyone that Anne has never known.
Squeezing his hand, she stops to sit on the edge of the dais, behind the podium, tugging his hand so that he must remain beside her. He seems unwilling to leave, at any rate, but who could blame him? He was just whisked away. ]
There is nothing so terrible as to take away the selfish joy I now feel at seeing you alive and well. I hope you have not let their hurtful words make you believe things that are untrue.
[ 'They', whoever 'they' are. The people who locked him up? Whoever he went home to? ]
[They can all burn in Hell. He isn't concerned about them anymore. He's concerned about her, because he thinks this is one thing that can, in fact, take away her joy.
He sits beside her, shaking his head.]
It's something terrible that I did to myself. I don't think I did it on purpose, I don't think I meant to die like that, but I'm not sure. I...
[ It's a word that's hard to miss. 'Die'. It makes her feel light-headed, especially in relation to this conversation. She feels like there's an important piece she's missing, as if she stepped out for just a moment but missed the most vital information. ]
What do you mean? You are sitting right here before me. Death does not follow us here.
no subject
...I did something terrible.
no subject
Squeezing his hand, she stops to sit on the edge of the dais, behind the podium, tugging his hand so that he must remain beside her. He seems unwilling to leave, at any rate, but who could blame him? He was just whisked away. ]
There is nothing so terrible as to take away the selfish joy I now feel at seeing you alive and well. I hope you have not let their hurtful words make you believe things that are untrue.
[ 'They', whoever 'they' are. The people who locked him up? Whoever he went home to? ]
no subject
He sits beside her, shaking his head.]
It's something terrible that I did to myself. I don't think I did it on purpose, I don't think I meant to die like that, but I'm not sure. I...
no subject
What do you mean? You are sitting right here before me. Death does not follow us here.