[ The way he talks is so strange, because it really makes it hard to believe his youthful face. It occurs to her that she might ask Mr. Wayne how old Damian is. Just to be sure. Considering some of the strange things she's heard about the people here, she wouldn't be that surprised if he truly were an old man trapped in a boy's body...
But it's an idle thought, since she listens quite attentively. It's all abstract and hard for her to really understand, and she knows it. That also brings with it a strange feeling. It's the disconnect that reminds her how separate from the world she's truly been, since it doesn't seem like it's purely a difference in time. She twirls her thimble thoughtfully, but she tries not to feel too sad about the distance she feels from his words.
It ends up being easier than she expects, though.
The rational explanation shifts to something a little more emotional, and with it, her self-pity all but evaporates. She looks at Damian sympathetically for a moment, but it turns to a softer smile as she stops fidgeting and instead nods to him. This is probably the exact moment she decided to make him a flowercrown. ]
I don't know about that. We've been talking, right?
[ She considers reaching out to him, and though she's not sure how he'll respond, it still seems like the right thing to do. She's gentle, but Elizabeth places a hand on his shoulder in support. ]
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But it's an idle thought, since she listens quite attentively. It's all abstract and hard for her to really understand, and she knows it. That also brings with it a strange feeling. It's the disconnect that reminds her how separate from the world she's truly been, since it doesn't seem like it's purely a difference in time. She twirls her thimble thoughtfully, but she tries not to feel too sad about the distance she feels from his words.
It ends up being easier than she expects, though.
The rational explanation shifts to something a little more emotional, and with it, her self-pity all but evaporates. She looks at Damian sympathetically for a moment, but it turns to a softer smile as she stops fidgeting and instead nods to him. This is probably the exact moment she decided to make him a flowercrown. ]
I don't know about that. We've been talking, right?
[ She considers reaching out to him, and though she's not sure how he'll respond, it still seems like the right thing to do. She's gentle, but Elizabeth places a hand on his shoulder in support. ]
I consider you a friend of mine, Damian.