Already she remembers so much. Already she remembers the joy, the laughter, the way everything always seemed brighter around Gustave. It's a wonderful thing, yes, but at the same time, with everything else she remembers, it makes things more difficult.
"I loved in other lives," she says after a moment. "There is but one other time it was with any sort of intensity like the way we had, but-- it was in this one."
Is. Because even as she remembers, the part of her still wholly Rachel Caustello is still in love with Edgar Eicheln, just as the other parts of herself that have come to light hold affection for the significant ones of those lives.
She bites her lip, gaze dropping to their joined hands, "Things will be-- different, I feel, no matter how things progress from here."
There is that hovering, unspoken and unanswered question, after all, about whether or not she will ever go back with them to her homeland-- and whether or not she will stay.
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"I loved in other lives," she says after a moment. "There is but one other time it was with any sort of intensity like the way we had, but-- it was in this one."
Is. Because even as she remembers, the part of her still wholly Rachel Caustello is still in love with Edgar Eicheln, just as the other parts of herself that have come to light hold affection for the significant ones of those lives.
She bites her lip, gaze dropping to their joined hands, "Things will be-- different, I feel, no matter how things progress from here."
There is that hovering, unspoken and unanswered question, after all, about whether or not she will ever go back with them to her homeland-- and whether or not she will stay.