There is inspiration in her hope. Reave has never lingered too much on any one thing. So seldom that hope had always been something of a superfluous thing for him. What need did one have of it when one never lingered on worries long enough to imagine consequences? It is only now, older and perhaps slightly wiser, that he has truly come to understand consequence. To recognize the concept of how something could so drastically affect the future.
To see the reason for hope’s existence.
He is disappointed when she answers in the negative. He had rather hoped they would have been able to talk, but he has yet to see evidence of it. Whatever communication they used amongst themselves was far beyond any scope of understanding he has.
“Hmmmm,” is his response to her comments, eyes distant and slightly unfocused as he considers her revelation. For the first time, he also finally feels the frustration in his own inexperience. The feeling that, if only he were a bit smarter, a bit more worldly, he might be able to work out the answers that still elude him.
But he is not given to dwelling on his own inadequacies, so, rather abruptly, he changes the subject. “If you weren’t here for the monsters, then why were you here, uh…” He pauses as he tries to recall her name, realizing only belatedly that they had never actually exchanged them. “I just realized I don’t know your name.” He grins abashedly, blue gaze flashing back to her. “I’m Reave.”
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