[ He chose it. But how could he? He was only a child, malnourished and mistreated. But she hadn't been so very different, insofar as she'd already made up her mind about becoming a knight when she was as young as he. But that had been to follow Clive, to chase a dream—
Was this a dream? What was this? She doesn't understand any of it. It's a life so far beyond her own—but she wants to understand. ]
Why?
[ Her grip on his hand slackens, but only by a little. Now, she cradles his hand in hers, as if to coax the answer from him with a gentle touch. ]
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Was this a dream? What was this? She doesn't understand any of it. It's a life so far beyond her own—but she wants to understand. ]
Why?
[ Her grip on his hand slackens, but only by a little. Now, she cradles his hand in hers, as if to coax the answer from him with a gentle touch. ]