She shakes her head. "It's okay. I know it's all kind of a lot to hear as well. I'm sorry, I try not to overwhelm you with it."
By pieces, it always has to be. He knows the worst parts, after all. But it was seldom the whole truth. Not from her. She didn't even mean it not to be, wanted to tell him, everything, always. For the first time in her life, she wanted to tell someone anything and wasn't afraid. Just like they held hands, to slot all these pieces of herself, against all the pieces of him.
It came down to the same thing, some of those pieces were ugly.
"But, anyway, I'm always telling you about me. What about where you're from? Do the homesteaders have that? Not that I mean, there is flesh-eating monsters and a cruel God or anything, but - " what did he have, his people have?
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By pieces, it always has to be. He knows the worst parts, after all. But it was seldom the whole truth. Not from her. She didn't even mean it not to be, wanted to tell him, everything, always. For the first time in her life, she wanted to tell someone anything and wasn't afraid. Just like they held hands, to slot all these pieces of herself, against all the pieces of him.
It came down to the same thing, some of those pieces were ugly.
"But, anyway, I'm always telling you about me. What about where you're from? Do the homesteaders have that? Not that I mean, there is flesh-eating monsters and a cruel God or anything, but - " what did he have, his people have?