I mean... he doesn't really know you, either. He knows what you are to us. To me. He saw...
[Everything, after. The tears. Lune's dedication to the mission, Sciel's gentle determination. Maelle's shock and grief. Gustave's absence was a wound that never really healed, even if Verso had been able to coax laughter and smiles out of them all.
But he never met Gustave. Didn't know his mannerisms or the sound of his laughter or how his forehead would crease when puzzling something out.]
I believe him when he said he would have told you. [Maelle looks away, towards the boring door to the rooftop. There’s still more to tell.] He's good at pretending he's okay. I don't think he is... I don't think any of us are, actually. I'm not.
[And if she's not, Gustave certainly isn't. She looks back to him, the concern plain on her face. Her voice is small, hesitant.]
You don't have to trust him. But you still trust me, right?
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[Everything, after. The tears. Lune's dedication to the mission, Sciel's gentle determination. Maelle's shock and grief. Gustave's absence was a wound that never really healed, even if Verso had been able to coax laughter and smiles out of them all.
But he never met Gustave. Didn't know his mannerisms or the sound of his laughter or how his forehead would crease when puzzling something out.]
I believe him when he said he would have told you. [Maelle looks away, towards the boring door to the rooftop. There’s still more to tell.] He's good at pretending he's okay. I don't think he is... I don't think any of us are, actually. I'm not.
[And if she's not, Gustave certainly isn't. She looks back to him, the concern plain on her face. Her voice is small, hesitant.]
You don't have to trust him. But you still trust me, right?