[His mouth opens and closes, his heart stutters, a moment of pure fear in the face of pure affection. But she's not lying, or if she is she's a better liar than anyone he's ever seen before. He has no choice but to accept this, and he doesn't want to argue in case she says something like that again.]
[Instead he looks down at the deck again, panic subsumed by skepticism.]
She's alive?
I never thought about - [He goes quiet, before adding,] I don't really love things much.
[deck spam]
[Instead he looks down at the deck again, panic subsumed by skepticism.]
She's alive?
I never thought about - [He goes quiet, before adding,] I don't really love things much.