[An exhale, a flutter of ticking, the faintest quiver of the minute hand.
His answer soothes them less than they would like, but it does soothe. He still sees them. Whatever his reasoning may be, however he may have seen that moment before, however foolish he may think they are, they can still believe, still hope that he does.
...
Maybe they really are foolish.]
< So why ignore my choices? If that me is the me you want so badly, why take that away? >
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His answer soothes them less than they would like, but it does soothe. He still sees them. Whatever his reasoning may be, however he may have seen that moment before, however foolish he may think they are, they can still believe, still hope that he does.
...
Maybe they really are foolish.]
< So why ignore my choices? If that me is the me you want so badly, why take that away? >
[When they already choose so little.]