[She asked him in the desert if he'd found redemption and he said he hadn't. That maybe she still could. Or maybe things could be different now. Maybe some people can change. Maybe some can't.
Ginia wonders why it's so easy to insist he can while denying herself the same. Maybe it's easier because she knows her crimes. She doesn't know what he's done. And maybe one day she should ask. Should see if there's anything else she should know, but that means she'll have to lay her crimes bare and there are so, so, many.
Her hand falls back onto his arm. Leans a little on him as they walk and she doesn't say anything else.
It's easy to see where the entrance is, as the air changes and the light bleeds in more. Easier to map out a route back to their apartment too.]
Strange to say, but it's a little good to be back here.
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Ginia wonders why it's so easy to insist he can while denying herself the same. Maybe it's easier because she knows her crimes. She doesn't know what he's done. And maybe one day she should ask. Should see if there's anything else she should know, but that means she'll have to lay her crimes bare and there are so, so, many.
Her hand falls back onto his arm. Leans a little on him as they walk and she doesn't say anything else.
It's easy to see where the entrance is, as the air changes and the light bleeds in more. Easier to map out a route back to their apartment too.]
Strange to say, but it's a little good to be back here.