[Truthfully, this wasn't the sort of conversation he intended to have over the tablets with however many miles were currently separating them and however many days still left to slug through until they could see each other again. She deserved far better than that, far better than being asked something so important over a cold, impersonal device. Deserved better than him, in reality, but how much longer could he use that as his only excuse, as his only line of defense?
What happened if she died tomorrow? What happened if she died and she never came back and he had to live with the knowledge that he never allowed them a chance? That he never given her a chance?
His smile is calm and reassuring in return, holding none of the uncertainty her's currently contained.]
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What happened if she died tomorrow? What happened if she died and she never came back and he had to live with the knowledge that he never allowed them a chance? That he never given her a chance?
His smile is calm and reassuring in return, holding none of the uncertainty her's currently contained.]
You should pretty sure of yourself.