But you've your own power. Whether it's the same as theirs or not, it doesn't matter.
[ Names. Katsa hesitates, braces herself. ]
Nasrin. [ It's strange to see the name, written, for the first time in years but no less familiar. She takes a breath and lets the memories come. ] Arno. [ Yet Élise—she can't mention that name, not how she left him, not knowing what she does. ] Elizabeth. Porthos. Zuko. Cullen. Clarke. So many, Hermione, I'd not even be able to mention them all.
How do you know if you'll ever go back? How do you know you'd ever see them? Even if I wished it, I wouldn't even know how.
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[ Names. Katsa hesitates, braces herself. ]
Nasrin. [ It's strange to see the name, written, for the first time in years but no less familiar. She takes a breath and lets the memories come. ] Arno. [ Yet Élise—she can't mention that name, not how she left him, not knowing what she does. ] Elizabeth. Porthos. Zuko. Cullen. Clarke. So many, Hermione, I'd not even be able to mention them all.
How do you know if you'll ever go back? How do you know you'd ever see them? Even if I wished it, I wouldn't even know how.