[Cassel fights the instinct to reach out, to grab hold of Slevin's hands and hold them still, anchor him down. He doesn't think it would be appreciated, and more importantly, he thinks it might make him stop talking, which is the last thing he wants. There's an intangible intimacy in this that he's craved for months. They're not just friends. They're family. Even if Slevin doesn't know it yet.]
[Lindsey doesn't sound a thing like Lila, except for this one thing: that they are both unstoppable. In very different, uniquely dangerous ways; he doubts Lindsey has ever sentenced a man to death with a nod, or plotted her rise to the top of a complex and intricate mafia hierarchy. But the both of them are emotional juggernauts, and they go where they like.]
[He misses Lila with a fierce, almost physical pain now. He still loves her, will always love her, even if he doesn't want to be with her anymore. But she was right. They could have been a good team, once, before every awful thing that happened. They could have taken on the world.]
Do you honestly wish you'd stopped her?
[Because Cassel wishes he'd stopped himself, a hundred times over, but Lila? He never wishes anything for her but forward motion.]
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[Lindsey doesn't sound a thing like Lila, except for this one thing: that they are both unstoppable. In very different, uniquely dangerous ways; he doubts Lindsey has ever sentenced a man to death with a nod, or plotted her rise to the top of a complex and intricate mafia hierarchy. But the both of them are emotional juggernauts, and they go where they like.]
[He misses Lila with a fierce, almost physical pain now. He still loves her, will always love her, even if he doesn't want to be with her anymore. But she was right. They could have been a good team, once, before every awful thing that happened. They could have taken on the world.]
Do you honestly wish you'd stopped her?
[Because Cassel wishes he'd stopped himself, a hundred times over, but Lila? He never wishes anything for her but forward motion.]