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[ if he can figure out what she means by living so long a life, he can understand why she might think of her longevity as more curse and less gift. somehow, just by meeting his gaze and recalling what she knows of him already, she has a feeling he might be the one person in this prison, perhaps in her entire life, who might. perhaps he can understand why the various decisions she's made over the centuries lean heavily on her, why having to decide who lives and who dies eats at her, why having to doom the entire town of carentan weighs as harshly on her mind as losing ashley to the cabal. or nearly as harshly. nothing would ever quite compare to her daughter's death, but the choice that had been offered to her during ashley's situation had been more or less the same one she faced when she and will realized what their attempt to break the bubble would do to the town. in both situations, she had chosen to sacrifice the few for the many. she'd had no other choice, but even that knowledge and belief would never grant her peace from her own mind.
she wonders vaguely if jean-luc has that problem and hopes he never will. ]
Ils sonnent comme s'ils étaient tous des gens brillants. [ and she means that. if they're his "crew," his family, then she knows they must be good people. she smiles gently and finally sips her tea as she decides how to describe her old city sanctuary family. ]