[To fly without ever coming down. To be so departed from this world that there would be nothing to worry about, all the weight of life so thoroughly left behind.
It does sound nice, if not a reality Connor could ever entertain. Because it also sounds like an escape, a subtle declaration that there was nothing here left worth to cling to, nothing to fight for. He cannot hope to completely understand her life, her experiences, but the empathy in him rises. Perhaps for a short amount of time, it would be a weight lifted from her shoulders; but like him, who must return to his own world to face that which lies ahead, reality will always pull one back down, in the end.
He clasps his hands together, elbows on his knees, and leans forward.]
If you float away, then how am I ever supposed to see you again?
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It does sound nice, if not a reality Connor could ever entertain. Because it also sounds like an escape, a subtle declaration that there was nothing here left worth to cling to, nothing to fight for. He cannot hope to completely understand her life, her experiences, but the empathy in him rises. Perhaps for a short amount of time, it would be a weight lifted from her shoulders; but like him, who must return to his own world to face that which lies ahead, reality will always pull one back down, in the end.
He clasps his hands together, elbows on his knees, and leans forward.]
If you float away, then how am I ever supposed to see you again?