[she wants to bite back with i am sure you remember the name of each and every one of themβcarry their hopes and dreams with you, let him stew in the reality of being at the other end of the explosions and the barrels of gunsβbut it's not worth it.
perhaps she is too close to the circumstances of an unfair battlefield, as a child and growing up. too close to it to ever see sympathetically without further exposition from the man's end.
instead, she keeps walking up, silent, not even a sniff to show acknowledgement to his answer. the echo of the metal stairs under her shoes bounce about the large, open area, on the walls, where up and down is no longer discernible.]
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perhaps she is too close to the circumstances of an unfair battlefield, as a child and growing up. too close to it to ever see sympathetically without further exposition from the man's end.
instead, she keeps walking up, silent, not even a sniff to show acknowledgement to his answer. the echo of the metal stairs under her shoes bounce about the large, open area, on the walls, where up and down is no longer discernible.]
What is at the top, anyway?