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[ It is frightening to experience that sudden loss, too. For once, he has no plan, no thought-out route upon which to travel. He stumbles, just as she does, along a path that only reveals itself as it is traveled upon.

When she touches him, he looks first at her hand and then at her, the usual laughter in his eyes replaced by something infinitely more plaintive. It is the need in her gaze upon which he allows himself to concentrate; it is, after all, the single tenet upon which he had long ago taught himself that everything — even love — was built. It is the only cord that he believes ties them together. If that need dissipates, then there is nothing to keep her from severing that tie and letting him go free. (He has never believed in anything resembling inherent goodness and, though much has changed, he won't start now.) ]

It would please me greatly, [ he tells her, as one of his hands comes to find hers. And perhaps it is too much to ask for a girl who has just died and been brought back again, but his words are failing and he can only offer her so much.

He knows that she is not false but fears of what may come to pass. Promises can be broken by circumstance as well as by fickle hearts and as things stand, he feels far from easy. But they have this moment, at least, and perhaps, in that, there is a sort of grace. ]