[ Sébastien accepts the book, holds it in his hands like it is something precious, and it is. He hasn't told her about the handful of handwritten sentences scattered across its pages, a kind of secret correspondence between him and a man who calls himself 'Joe'. Lessons and bits of inspiration; propaganda even.
It has stirred something in Sébastien's chest, maybe something that's always been there even while he'd been relentless on this path into the Volary, sparked by this month's Quarry.
He is careful when he speaks, but he is candid too. He trusts Margo with more of himself than he probably should, but love isn't very logical in most instances. ]
Do you ever think that there could be a better future?
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[ Sébastien accepts the book, holds it in his hands like it is something precious, and it is. He hasn't told her about the handful of handwritten sentences scattered across its pages, a kind of secret correspondence between him and a man who calls himself 'Joe'. Lessons and bits of inspiration; propaganda even.
It has stirred something in Sébastien's chest, maybe something that's always been there even while he'd been relentless on this path into the Volary, sparked by this month's Quarry.
He is careful when he speaks, but he is candid too. He trusts Margo with more of himself than he probably should, but love isn't very logical in most instances. ]
Do you ever think that there could be a better future?