[She makes it sound so complicated when it should be simple, but Michael isn't so naive to think that life is that easy. Choices often had to be made that he believed to be inherently unfair at their core -- what Iona will have to do in the coming years easily qualifies as such, to him.
But there's only so much he can say to change her mind, if even that much. She's already made her decision, it seems; saying goodbye to one life and moving to another, fluid as water.
She lists those who'll be there for her, and he nods, feeling a bit of that melancholy lift, knowing that she won't be by herself. But when she mentions him, he stops and looks at her profile as she gazes up at the sky.
It's weird, his words catch in his throat for a minute, and he has to struggle to find them again. When he finally does, still looking at her, they're assured and plainly spoken.]
Of course I won't forget. As long as you promise to do the same.
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But there's only so much he can say to change her mind, if even that much. She's already made her decision, it seems; saying goodbye to one life and moving to another, fluid as water.
She lists those who'll be there for her, and he nods, feeling a bit of that melancholy lift, knowing that she won't be by herself. But when she mentions him, he stops and looks at her profile as she gazes up at the sky.
It's weird, his words catch in his throat for a minute, and he has to struggle to find them again. When he finally does, still looking at her, they're assured and plainly spoken.]
Of course I won't forget. As long as you promise to do the same.