[She finally turns to him, her expression set like stone. The sadness is shifting suddenly now, like a blade being placed on a grindstone, sharpening with a certain resolve. But still, it aches.]
...You know. I think we know what has to be done. In a way, I'm glad...I'm glad it's you.
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[She finally turns to him, her expression set like stone. The sadness is shifting suddenly now, like a blade being placed on a grindstone, sharpening with a certain resolve. But still, it aches.]
...You know. I think we know what has to be done. In a way, I'm glad...I'm glad it's you.
[She closes her eyes.]
You understand me better than most, November.