[ So, that all but confirms what he's been suspicious of for awhile...that she's not actually human β or maybe she was, once, from the way she says she's forgotten those feelings. Is that better or worse? To have been human and become something else, or to never be human at all?
Depends on the individual, he suspects. He's not even sure for himself, when this place, these people have reminded him just how very human he is, when his home needs him to be anything but. Once again, Giselle is an unexpected mirror, to reflect on himself, though he's also grateful to be afforded the opportunity to see her, too, the Giselle beyond the veil of her cordial and polite disposition.
The tea is still a little hot, but he sips it anyway, too eager to taste it to wait patiently for it to cool properly. ]
So you can't eat or sleep, even if you wanted to?
[ There's no pity in his voice, just gentle curiosity. ]
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Depends on the individual, he suspects. He's not even sure for himself, when this place, these people have reminded him just how very human he is, when his home needs him to be anything but. Once again, Giselle is an unexpected mirror, to reflect on himself, though he's also grateful to be afforded the opportunity to see her, too, the Giselle beyond the veil of her cordial and polite disposition.
The tea is still a little hot, but he sips it anyway, too eager to taste it to wait patiently for it to cool properly. ]
So you can't eat or sleep, even if you wanted to?
[ There's no pity in his voice, just gentle curiosity. ]
Do you wish you still could?