Re: Third Class ; Dining
"Of course it matters." The words slipped free easily, too much so, without any time at all for the fallen angel to have thought about them first. A moment later she felt something she didn't recognize, a pang in her stomach, an uncomfortable lurch, when he said he didn't know who he was either. She hadn't meant to hurt his feelings and she worried that she might have, and if she did then he'd go away, and she'd be alone again, on a ship with music that seemed to come from nowhere and things that never would have stepped foot anywhere near her when she'd been at home. "I've always known," she explained, too quickly, trying to undo whatever imaginary damage she might have done without understanding exactly what she was doing in the first place. "I was told. I knew my place and everything made sense. Now it doesn't." She bit down on her lip and tipped her head to the side. "I can decide?" Freedom was a new prospect, one she'd never been allowed to taste before. "Have you decided? Do you want to?"