[Nodding to herself, she picks her cup back up. His reassurance seems to soothe her. He may not say goodbye to her personally but at least he'll have the good sense to respect those who care about him before knowingly diving into death. His mother, perhaps. A goodbye also grants them a fighting chance of stopping him, too. An opportunity to tell him not to go. Maybe that's why the man from her memory made sure to make it seem like he was coming back. He didn't want her to stop him.]
Perhaps that's all one can ask. A man of conviction can't be stopped if he intends to perish for the greater good. Last words are always important. That how you'll be remembered by those you leave behind.
"Give me their names later today." The last words from that voice. I think I may have cared for him but he likely didn't feel the same. At least that's what my gut is telling me.
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Perhaps that's all one can ask. A man of conviction can't be stopped if he intends to perish for the greater good. Last words are always important. That how you'll be remembered by those you leave behind.
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[There's a slight pang of guilt for keeping him here to discuss her worries. Nervously, she clears her throat.]
You have my thanks for deigning to listen. I shouldn't be keeping you.
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[But he does have to go. There's Ice to worry about, after all. He gets to his feet.]
Just...call me when you feel like talking more.
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[And with that, she gets up and leads him out, leaving the door open to watch him go down the street until he disappears around a corner.]