His presence is comforting indeed-- for a moment, she allows her eyes to close, taking in every word he said with great fascination. She could not help it, after all; when something that she agreed with was present, and rather sudden as well, she could not help but act so rudely. So openly in fact. And the way he spoke was so invigorating, easy to understand despite the rather intellectual way he spoke. Clearly, he was on a different level than she, but somehow they walked and thought on the same wavelength.
It was not often that one could find someone as fascinating as this.
"I've known people whose unhappiness was self-proclaimed," Responded she, thinking of course of all Dean had told her in the past. Little by little, he had poured those negative thoughts into her own heart, while she purified them with her own hand. Made them whole again, or merely erased them from his consciousness. She was rather good at that, and perhaps added an extra level of insight into her words. "And all they did was pity themselves-- but sometimes that's okay. To be sad, I mean. It happens, but sadness is simply not for me! I can't stand it, wanting to cry or wanting to curse the world. It's simply not right. There's an imbalance to it, you know? Like my own brain and heart are out of sync with each other. It makes me feel terribly uncomfortable."
Before, these thoughts had been vocalized. To the savior, of course, who had created them for her. Yet still, speaking of it with someone other than he was a liberating experience, enough to make her heart soar to new heights. Impossible for the average person, it seemed. Always the misfits that stuck together.
"Mm, really? Well, I have to return your sentiment. You're very kind, sir-- and I like that. Your openness, too, I like. I appreciate it, actually! Now, if I had all the words in the world to describe how I feel, perhaps I would pour it out here, but the truth is is that I'm speechless. It's easy for me to lose focus like this, or... um, to lost words like this. So maybe that explanation will suffice? I hope so, ha ha..."
Anxiously, she turned away, her fingers drumming against her arm. Waiting for a response, something to fill the dead air.
Her own words did this just for her.
"Urm, yes. Not giving up is vitally important, because if we don't, then no one will ever get any better. And that includes those who seem to be hopeless cases! Why, there's simply no hopelessness in this world, not as long as one has an iron will. I swear to it! I do."
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