[ Isley waited for Priscilla to sit, and to begin speaking. While she spoke, he did not utter a word. He did nothing that would interrupt her, nodding here and there only when appropriate, and so as to keep from appearing like a statue that was staring her down.
At first he was not sure of the direction she was headed with her story. Truth be told, he still wasn't sure, but he had a vague idea.
Changes... memories lost. This was about his having told her he would take his own life, if he wasn't mistaken. So, then... was she afraid he might forget her if that happened?
...How truly terrible that would be. For her. For him. For all of Anatole. ]
You're worried I might forget you if I die... is that it, Priscilla? The point you are trying to make?
[ It wasn't something he wanted to have happen, even if things had been much easier before she had come along. He rather liked the way she complicated him. He liked it a lot. ]
Well, I say she stops resisting!
At first he was not sure of the direction she was headed with her story. Truth be told, he still wasn't sure, but he had a vague idea.
Changes... memories lost. This was about his having told her he would take his own life, if he wasn't mistaken. So, then... was she afraid he might forget her if that happened?
...How truly terrible that would be. For her. For him. For all of Anatole. ]
You're worried I might forget you if I die... is that it, Priscilla? The point you are trying to make?
[ It wasn't something he wanted to have happen, even if things had been much easier before she had come along. He rather liked the way she complicated him. He liked it a lot. ]