[ It's not really a laugh. It's that same bitter little thing, seeing that way their two pieces fit together, two stories that were both so different, and yet time and time again they kept finding places where they matched up. Synced.
It’s what keeps drawing him in, to find those odd spaces where two different puzzles could be linked together, if they compared the way they would line up. Like a story that matched up just enough would make it all that much easier to peel understanding out of him.]
Promises like that cut as much as they build, don't they? [ Again, that unblinking gaze meets his. So his eyes weren't always that color?
What a curious thing. What a curious man he was. ]
And yet. Paradise, a new nation, it doesn't matter what it is, does it? There is always something that seems to get in the way. No matter what we promise.
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[ It's not really a laugh. It's that same bitter little thing, seeing that way their two pieces fit together, two stories that were both so different, and yet time and time again they kept finding places where they matched up. Synced.
It’s what keeps drawing him in, to find those odd spaces where two different puzzles could be linked together, if they compared the way they would line up. Like a story that matched up just enough would make it all that much easier to peel understanding out of him.]
Promises like that cut as much as they build, don't they? [ Again, that unblinking gaze meets his. So his eyes weren't always that color?
What a curious thing. What a curious man he was. ]
And yet. Paradise, a new nation, it doesn't matter what it is, does it? There is always something that seems to get in the way. No matter what we promise.