[ His words take her by surprise, though they really shouldn't have. They've only known each other for a few minutes, but she can see his heart already, she knows the sort of person he is. That's what comes from having hundreds of minds within your own -- you become quite good at reading others.
And oh how she wants to believe those words. Wrapping herself up in the safety of them would be so easy, letting herself drift in the calm security of knowing that someone cared enough to do that simple thing. But she can't. He doesn't know her, has no idea what she's been through, what she's done and been made to do. He doesn't have any concept of the baggage she carries and the burden she'll be to others if they let her. But he doesn't need to know she doesn't believe, so she smiles softly, with genuine affection, and simply says ]
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And oh how she wants to believe those words. Wrapping herself up in the safety of them would be so easy, letting herself drift in the calm security of knowing that someone cared enough to do that simple thing. But she can't. He doesn't know her, has no idea what she's been through, what she's done and been made to do. He doesn't have any concept of the baggage she carries and the burden she'll be to others if they let her. But he doesn't need to know she doesn't believe, so she smiles softly, with genuine affection, and simply says ]
Thank you.