[ There's a vague shrug like 'welp, you decided to drink with me and then pretend ur some kinda badass'.
He hears that longing still in his voice, and knows he doesn't want to give up on that dream. Nor should he. Perhaps he's right, but giving up before knowing is defeating in a kind of way she knows Edward's better than. ] Y'don't know that. Givin' up's not in your character, Edward.
[ She lets her foot fall idly, and for a moment regrets snapping at him for that last bit in particular. He knows the deaths don't sit lightly on him, as blindly and recklessly as they were caused. There's a nod of sincerity and a sigh. ] I know you didn't.
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He hears that longing still in his voice, and knows he doesn't want to give up on that dream. Nor should he. Perhaps he's right, but giving up before knowing is defeating in a kind of way she knows Edward's better than. ] Y'don't know that. Givin' up's not in your character, Edward.
[ She lets her foot fall idly, and for a moment regrets snapping at him for that last bit in particular. He knows the deaths don't sit lightly on him, as blindly and recklessly as they were caused. There's a nod of sincerity and a sigh. ] I know you didn't.