It was still uncertain how many more dreams Meg would have. She didn’t know when the story of her life at the Opera Populaire would come to an end. Of course she was hoping for a resolution to all of the troubles she and her friends in the dreams had. It wasn’t even hoping for a happy ending. It was hoping for closure. Perhaps Christine could leave the trauma and heartache behind her, maybe marry Raoul, and Meg could continue dancing and living with her mother, the deaths and threatening notes coming to an end.
“Maybe it’s an issue of nature versus nurture.” Meg mused, thinking out loud. “Maybe he had a better life than the version of him in the dreams. Every little experience we have shapes us into the people we are. I mean, I hope he had a better life.” She snapped out of her thoughtful haze and looked back to Christine with the tiniest of smiles on her face.
“It’s probably a good thing that you met him without him already having made a negative impression on you. I imagine seeing someone you think is that scary couldn’t be a good thing.” She shrugged. “I guess that’s just my opinion, though.”