[It's hard not to be a little wary of the offer, even admit the upwelling of emotion; if it were Dave and Dave alone, she wouldn't hesitate an instant, but his mouth is still using "we" and it's the monsters she doesn't precisely trust, not him.
But the monsters are the ones that can't abide the crying, and yet the mastermind still is — so there must be something more, those shadows of impulses and beliefs and feelings that belonged to the Dave she remembers, and those, she trusts.
Somewhere out there, in all these timelines and among all these choices, there is a moment when that Dave is waiting. It's the moment before the killing blow lands.
She'd best not keep him waiting any longer.]
...Does that make any difference to you? That you'll remember it...?
[She walks forward, quiet and steady, and reaches to take his hands in that same old familiar way.]
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But the monsters are the ones that can't abide the crying, and yet the mastermind still is — so there must be something more, those shadows of impulses and beliefs and feelings that belonged to the Dave she remembers, and those, she trusts.
Somewhere out there, in all these timelines and among all these choices, there is a moment when that Dave is waiting. It's the moment before the killing blow lands.
She'd best not keep him waiting any longer.]
...Does that make any difference to you? That you'll remember it...?
[She walks forward, quiet and steady, and reaches to take his hands in that same old familiar way.]