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The heart, or I guess really the soul, is an amazing thing.
[Her eyes close to the gentle tapping upon the top of his hand. She can hear it easily.]
Happiness, sadness, anger, joy, grief...heartache and love, you can feel those things, can't you? The happiness and love you feel when being together with someone important. Or the grief and heartache...the sadness at being rejected or losing someone dear. It's all locked inside of there.
[Peeking back up beneath her lids, she takes his hand and moves it carefully to her own chest. It beats softly, steady as she guides his hand above her heart.]
They're the same, aren't they? [Carefully she taps her fingers upon his hand again, near the same, steady rhythm. Thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump...]
My heart can be broken just as easily as it can love.
[Opposite hand lifting she places her palm flat upon his chest, looking up at him directly, with sincerity as their hands both touch the other's heart.]
If we can both feel those things inside of here... [Her fingers gently curl, softly rapping upon the spot above his chest, before she unwraps her fingers from his hand, instead running them over his upper arm.] then what does the rest of the outside matter?
You're still Sam, I'm still Yuuki, and Zero is still Zero. What you are doesn't define who you are. Only the things you say and do can do that. No one else can decide those things for you, even if that is all that they want to believe.