[ He doesn't tense. In fact, his fingers loosen and he starts drawing in the dust, nothing obvious, not yet. His voice is low as he speaks, directed more toward the floor than toward her. ]
I can't even imagine it anymore. A world without Snow. It would...in my head, the idea of it is shiny. Not real.
[ he wants the same thing, but it's too far fetched in his mind. It's a reality that doesn't seem possible. He's not sure if it ever did. ]
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I can't even imagine it anymore. A world without Snow. It would...in my head, the idea of it is shiny. Not real.
[ he wants the same thing, but it's too far fetched in his mind. It's a reality that doesn't seem possible. He's not sure if it ever did. ]