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[It'd be easy to continue to react heatedly if he had chosen to, but when he looks like that, sounds like that... tells the truth, her indignation at it all dies out, leaving only an oddly helpless expression as her carefully constructed walls briefly fall. Lost... is a good way to put how she feels at this moment, since she truly has no idea how to accept this, or if she can; everything she's fought for, and not just here concerning him, has hinged on the belief that people always have their own will and choice. They should defy their fate.
But this...]
Yet-- Even if you can't help feeling a certain way [Forced or natural] that doesn't mean you have to act on it. Isn't that true?
[For you isn't spoken, but it's still very much there]