At least the robots in the operating theatre never worry about broken hearts. Cameron's free hand folds across her stomach as she regards him for a long moment. Isn't this the way it always goes? She runs, sooner or later he runs after her. She always gives him another chance.
Believing the things she does-- that people are fundamentally good, that they can change, that no one is irredeemable-- has gotten her through a lot. But if there's one thing the City's good for, it's wearing away at idealistic resolve.
"We've never wanted the same thing," she says finally, quietly. The prospect of being friendly is unsatisfying, even though if he offered right at this moment to come back to her, she'd turn him away. Wanting was so much easier when it was private; now she wears her disappointments like a crown. The weight shows, if not always the reasons.
"I honestly don't know." If she can. If she can help herself. Sooner or later, she knows, she always turns back.
I hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded
Believing the things she does-- that people are fundamentally good, that they can change, that no one is irredeemable-- has gotten her through a lot. But if there's one thing the City's good for, it's wearing away at idealistic resolve.
"We've never wanted the same thing," she says finally, quietly. The prospect of being friendly is unsatisfying, even though if he offered right at this moment to come back to her, she'd turn him away. Wanting was so much easier when it was private; now she wears her disappointments like a crown. The weight shows, if not always the reasons.
"I honestly don't know." If she can. If she can help herself. Sooner or later, she knows, she always turns back.