I thought about it. Marian died twenty years ago. I'd be dragging back an eleven year old girl who'd missed two decades and wouldn't understand where the rest of the family had gone. I'd doubt she'd recognize me.
It's not something I can let go of. But it's not a good idea, bringing her back. [She looks down at her fingers. Her hand has warped some. The bandages are off and she can see the seared skin no matter how far down her sleeve falls.] I already got a taste of it this Thursday. It's a dream. And it needs to stay a dream.
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I thought about it. Marian died twenty years ago. I'd be dragging back an eleven year old girl who'd missed two decades and wouldn't understand where the rest of the family had gone. I'd doubt she'd recognize me.
It's not something I can let go of. But it's not a good idea, bringing her back. [She looks down at her fingers. Her hand has warped some. The bandages are off and she can see the seared skin no matter how far down her sleeve falls.] I already got a taste of it this Thursday. It's a dream. And it needs to stay a dream.