[Angel had once kicked herself for thinking of Krieg as a monster. Now, she found herself issuing a mental scolding for having believed he couldn't comprehend this sort of dilemma. Time and time again, the man had surprised her with his complexities, especially his ability to understand and comprehend the troubled thoughts churning around in her head.]
[She looked up at the man, and then away once more. He had a point. What she wanted was something that would never be restored -- if it had ever existed in the first place. There was much she wanted to say to that, but it all got cut off by Krieg's second statement.]
[Angel would never claim to understand every facet of Krieg and his personality. She didn't think she ever would understand, simply because she didn't want to push him. There was plenty she had never told him either -- what had happened to her mother, the slow decline of Jack's treatment. It wasn't exactly a secret, but it was the sort of conversation she did not want to casually have with her best friend, and she figured it went both ways.]
[His admission that it hurt too, and yet he had moved on... Angel had looked to friends and people who she had thought had suffered similar things, yet somehow she had missed the most important friend of all.]
Does it make me a bad person, wanting him when I already have all of this? [She sought out his hand, squeezing it tightly between two of her own. There was a lot Angel had to be grateful for, but at present, 'all of this' meant what was between them.]
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[She looked up at the man, and then away once more. He had a point. What she wanted was something that would never be restored -- if it had ever existed in the first place. There was much she wanted to say to that, but it all got cut off by Krieg's second statement.]
[Angel would never claim to understand every facet of Krieg and his personality. She didn't think she ever would understand, simply because she didn't want to push him. There was plenty she had never told him either -- what had happened to her mother, the slow decline of Jack's treatment. It wasn't exactly a secret, but it was the sort of conversation she did not want to casually have with her best friend, and she figured it went both ways.]
[His admission that it hurt too, and yet he had moved on... Angel had looked to friends and people who she had thought had suffered similar things, yet somehow she had missed the most important friend of all.]
Does it make me a bad person, wanting him when I already have all of this? [She sought out his hand, squeezing it tightly between two of her own. There was a lot Angel had to be grateful for, but at present, 'all of this' meant what was between them.]