[The response doesn't have the clarity to form itself into words. Her mind is a dark shape in the garden and it shifts at his behest - distant stars burgeoning in the black void of her and bursting. This is the act of taking the riverbed and sifting it through some irregular mesh. Most of the stones and sand and silt slips through back into the river and what's left is sometimes pleasant and sometimes just stones. The only requirement is that they don't slip through the screen.]
Most of us aren't. [She dog ears the page of the journal, then closes it.] But fighting isn't always necessary. Sometimes it's merely a matter of asking the right questions.
[That he's thinking about the situation and his place in it rather than simply attempting to extricate himself from it is promising.]
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Most of us aren't. [She dog ears the page of the journal, then closes it.] But fighting isn't always necessary. Sometimes it's merely a matter of asking the right questions.
[That he's thinking about the situation and his place in it rather than simply attempting to extricate himself from it is promising.]