"Hope takes breath when kindred tempers cast off qualms and hubris."
As dynamic as two conjoined streams, driving toward the distant sea, minds in concord free the channel clogs that masquerade reality. But what of us, cast adrift in this inscrutable world? It all comes down to who we are together and how we fasten life to truth.
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Piper's expression should serve as answer enough, hurt flashing across her face. ]
You saw that...?
[ Her voice was tight. Her chest hurt. It felt like the room was starting to tilt and slowly spin. No... not like this. She didn't want him to find out like this. ]
[He shakes his head, unable to look her in the eyes.]
Were you going to tell me?
I was... it just never seemed like the right time.
[ And she was afraid of this very response. Her voice goes thick with emotion. ]
I did it to protect him, Varian, I'm not gonna pretend like that makes it better. But what would you have done? [ The idea of there being a next time, of him not being so lucky as to get out with only mental scars and a few bruises, and it being HER FAULT. She couldn't live with that. ]
[The word comes out sharp and loud.]
You don't get to talk about my dad! Look at what I'm doing to get him back, Piper!
What would I have done? I would have stayed to keep him safe.
Well I wasn't strong enough! You seriously think it would have been better to have to keep erasing his memory over and over?!
[ It's at least half selfishness and she knows that. ]
[She may have a point, about erasing his memory, but this is not something he's currently equipped to deal with.]
We have a job to do, right?
[He has some nerve, still asking for her help, and he's well aware of it. But there's no shame.]
She'll cross that bridge when it doesn't hurt so much to think about. ]
Yeah... Okay. Let's go.
[ She takes lead again, knowing that they've got a long way to go before they find everything they need to free his father. ]