There is temptation there. Did you love me. Do you love me. But the answers to those questions are ones it would be better not to know; after all, no would hurt, and yes would hurt worse. Will you fall victim once more to that Vint - That's a question that cannot be answered, as it would consist of fortune-telling. For some, if their ghosts made this offer, it would be an unparalleled opportunity. But he wants no truths from her. He needs no truths from her. He already knows her, inside and out; even if she lies, he knows the color of her soul.
"The truth, my dearest, is nothing but a story we tell ourselves." He reaches out and offers a mimicry of a gesture of affection, cupping her illusory cheek. "You don't offer some trenchant insight into reality; you only offer a tale that exist in dearest Lexie's head which she does not want told. For you will not tell me any facts I don't know, dear ghost; you'll only offer me her interpretation of them."
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There is temptation there. Did you love me. Do you love me. But the answers to those questions are ones it would be better not to know; after all, no would hurt, and yes would hurt worse. Will you fall victim once more to that Vint - That's a question that cannot be answered, as it would consist of fortune-telling. For some, if their ghosts made this offer, it would be an unparalleled opportunity. But he wants no truths from her. He needs no truths from her. He already knows her, inside and out; even if she lies, he knows the color of her soul.
"The truth, my dearest, is nothing but a story we tell ourselves." He reaches out and offers a mimicry of a gesture of affection, cupping her illusory cheek. "You don't offer some trenchant insight into reality; you only offer a tale that exist in dearest Lexie's head which she does not want told. For you will not tell me any facts I don't know, dear ghost; you'll only offer me her interpretation of them."