There's always a grain of truth in stories. We may not see it right away, but it is always there. Perhaps they existed long ago in your world.
[ And how sad, to think they are now gone. But she says nothing about that, instead tapping her fingers against the side of her tankard while she considers Claire's questions. Her frown is thoughtful. ]
I...I hope I was changing things. I believe I was. But I am not what people want to believe I am. [ She shrugs, as though it does not bother her, but the set of her jaw says it is a more delicate matter than some may think. ] I'm simply a person. I can only do so much with what I have.
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There's always a grain of truth in stories. We may not see it right away, but it is always there. Perhaps they existed long ago in your world.
[ And how sad, to think they are now gone. But she says nothing about that, instead tapping her fingers against the side of her tankard while she considers Claire's questions. Her frown is thoughtful. ]
I...I hope I was changing things. I believe I was. But I am not what people want to believe I am. [ She shrugs, as though it does not bother her, but the set of her jaw says it is a more delicate matter than some may think. ] I'm simply a person. I can only do so much with what I have.