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If tasked to choose one particular aspect involved in this concept of “perfect pairs” —matches made in heaven, or whatever have you— that made him feel the most unsettled, Noah would claim it physically impossible.
The pressure involved in guessing something so heavy in a matter of a week would be up there.
Possibly.
Maybe...
The indecision was clear across the angel’s features, twisted into an unsure expression even as he motioned to speak only to quickly silence himself more than once. He finally began with the obvious, “I dunno...” and paused before continuing on, habitually moving to push his hair back from his face. “Would anyone ever be able to guess that sort of thing so soon?" Right, Noah... No one cares for the rambling and philosophy. The mini internal debate lasted no more than mere seconds before he reached a resolution with, “Anastasia — She’s familiar, kind... Maybe it isn’t a coincidence to have known her before being trapped here.”
