[ She says it with a certain emphasis, stressing the truth of it. Cassandra doesn't give compliments lightly, and she suspects that Bruce is the type to be singularly resistant to accepting them. ]
You are a skilled healer, Bruce. I have heard nothing but praise from your colleagues. And besides, I have seen for myself both your expertise and your talent with difficult patients.
[ She smiles, gently, willing to poke at herself a bit. ]
You have done good work, and you should be proud of it.
[ The but hangs in the air, unsaid. Is it enough for him? Is he actually satisfied with his life, or is he still hiding from something else? His destiny, perhaps. His potential to be more. ]
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[ She says it with a certain emphasis, stressing the truth of it. Cassandra doesn't give compliments lightly, and she suspects that Bruce is the type to be singularly resistant to accepting them. ]
You are a skilled healer, Bruce. I have heard nothing but praise from your colleagues. And besides, I have seen for myself both your expertise and your talent with difficult patients.
[ She smiles, gently, willing to poke at herself a bit. ]
You have done good work, and you should be proud of it.
[ The but hangs in the air, unsaid. Is it enough for him? Is he actually satisfied with his life, or is he still hiding from something else? His destiny, perhaps. His potential to be more. ]