[ His first answer earns a quirk of her brows in lieu of a shrug. Fair enough, the expression seems to say. She's felt similarly β not just here, but at home, too. Far be it from her to trust her life story to a perfect stranger; she barely trusts it to people she's befriended.
What's past is past and all that. No use in dwelling. But her curiosity is, as always, piqued and insatiable so she listens closely to what he does deign to tell her.
Are they just going to skip neatly over the offhand comment of being at least a century old? Bloody hell, all right, then. ]
And nothing in a hundred years has tested that resolution. I find that hard to believe.
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What's past is past and all that. No use in dwelling. But her curiosity is, as always, piqued and insatiable so she listens closely to what he does deign to tell her.
Are they just going to skip neatly over the offhand comment of being at least a century old? Bloody hell, all right, then. ]
And nothing in a hundred years has tested that resolution. I find that hard to believe.