[He lets out a soft breath. It has the edge of a self-deprecating laugh.]
I wish I was the kind of guy who could leave everything behind without regrets.
[He leads her out a side door into the winding garden. Once tended with love, it has become overgrown, the flowers as sick and pale as Martel inside the throne room. Using his free hand, Lloyd moves aside a vine-choked branch.]
It looks so easy from here. We could walk out the gate... and keep walking. But you and I both know that would just be running away.
We can't run away from this forever. We can't run away from what we've done. [He lets go of the branch and turns back to Colette. As blank as her expression is, he still finds himself searching her eyes for a trace of-- of anything, really. It's a force of habit. That's right. He can't run away from what he's done-- what he's become. What he made Colette into.]
M-- Maybe they have some fruit salad in the castle kitchens. That would be nice, right? Let's go.
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I wish I was the kind of guy who could leave everything behind without regrets.
[He leads her out a side door into the winding garden. Once tended with love, it has become overgrown, the flowers as sick and pale as Martel inside the throne room. Using his free hand, Lloyd moves aside a vine-choked branch.]
It looks so easy from here. We could walk out the gate... and keep walking. But you and I both know that would just be running away.
We can't run away from this forever. We can't run away from what we've done. [He lets go of the branch and turns back to Colette. As blank as her expression is, he still finds himself searching her eyes for a trace of-- of anything, really. It's a force of habit. That's right. He can't run away from what he's done-- what he's become. What he made Colette into.]
M-- Maybe they have some fruit salad in the castle kitchens. That would be nice, right? Let's go.