"Special," he repeated, the word no more than a murmur, so that she could continue with her story, relatively uninterrupted. And while he listened to her, absorbed and would remember, he was somewhere else at the same time, connecting more parallels between them. He hadn't had a precog to tell him what he would become, of course, nor was he entirely sure this woman Reinette had mentioned was the real deal, as he'd yet to run across anyone who sounded wrong during his stay here, but still. She'd been told she could be special and she'd taken it to heart, going further than anyone had ever imagined; so had he, even though his path had been bloodier.
"Sounds familiar," he said, once again giving more of himself away now than he had in the entire time they'd known each other. He didn't look away, however, regardless of how uncomfortable the idea of someone knowing him generally made him feel. "My mother used to tell me the same thing. That I could be something more than what I was."
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Date: 2009-02-21 11:09 pm (UTC)"Sounds familiar," he said, once again giving more of himself away now than he had in the entire time they'd known each other. He didn't look away, however, regardless of how uncomfortable the idea of someone knowing him generally made him feel. "My mother used to tell me the same thing. That I could be something more than what I was."
(ooc: *snuggles*)