He looks down at her, sitting on the bed, warm and soft and alive. "Bullshit."
He knows her penchant for flowery words. Daryl dislikes them because of how easily they can hide the truth. Rani folds her true self up in pretty ideas and ancient stories and hides behind the past. Her age is her shield, and she uses it to lie to everyone and herself.
But she can't lie to him.
"You can trust all of us," he says. "You're afraid."
It occurs to him that he should be kinder. Maybe she wants comforting words? Maybe she wants comfort. That's probably what that kiss meant. But it's too late for that now.
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He knows her penchant for flowery words. Daryl dislikes them because of how easily they can hide the truth. Rani folds her true self up in pretty ideas and ancient stories and hides behind the past. Her age is her shield, and she uses it to lie to everyone and herself.
But she can't lie to him.
"You can trust all of us," he says. "You're afraid."
It occurs to him that he should be kinder. Maybe she wants comforting words? Maybe she wants comfort. That's probably what that kiss meant. But it's too late for that now.