[Well, she said that but she's pretty sure he can't find anything because real heroes don't exist, and she doesn't think they do - but she wants that book.
She closes her eyes.]
Once - there lived a single girl. She existed bereft of purpose, floating prone through her days without aim. No essence within her bound her to her world; she could only continue her roaming, silently praying to reach some destination. She met a boy in her travels. An eccentric from another country, he lived similarly unbound - however, he held his sentence in a regard far different from her own, and he was enabled to fill her with all manner of things; with joy, sorrow, anger, and contentment.
It is a quality of lacking people, Sir, that they might be so filled. What do you believe she felt at achieving such normalcy? Was she saved through that alone?
Re: THE LIBRARY
[Well, she said that but she's pretty sure he can't find anything because real heroes don't exist, and she doesn't think they do - but she wants that book.
She closes her eyes.]
Once - there lived a single girl. She existed bereft of purpose, floating prone through her days without aim. No essence within her bound her to her world; she could only continue her roaming, silently praying to reach some destination. She met a boy in her travels. An eccentric from another country, he lived similarly unbound - however, he held his sentence in a regard far different from her own, and he was enabled to fill her with all manner of things; with joy, sorrow, anger, and contentment.
It is a quality of lacking people, Sir, that they might be so filled. What do you believe she felt at achieving such normalcy? Was she saved through that alone?