/retags, sorry!
[ He understood. It's liberating, when one doesn't have a care, when there's nothing to hold oneself back. It's both freedom and curse, dangerous. But his voice stays calm as he answers, watching her face for the minute flicker of doubt, the shift to conceal.
He wanted no lies between them; he's had his fill of those. ]
Diva was fearless; losing that weight must have been liberating, but... [ he glanced at her then, thoughtfully ] Would you do it again, if you could?
[ There was no rationalizing emotion; it simply was. It was what made them human and beast. There was no difference. ]