"That doesn't mean I want to spend my spa day swinging tree branches around either," she shrugged, arching her back and repositioning herself so that she was reclining against the other bench again. She closed her eyes as she spoke. "I did not say you were different, only that you are not the same. Which is true, you are not the Illya waiting for me in a hotel in Zürich," she paused for a moment before adding, "It is difficult to explain." She opened her eyes, then, to look at him again. "Try to imagine what it might be like if I had arrived just after we met. Properly, in the shop, not with you running after my car like a murderous Olympic sprinter. I would be the same person, yes. But the understanding between us would be different. Do you see?"
![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
recruitable) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small}
toboldlyrpg,