[ she has every reason to take his words at face value, if only because he's yet to show her such trust would be misplaced, and yet something about the flatness of that response doesn't quite line up with the frankness of the previous ones, but she is careful not to prod too much, too soon.
it's hardly the reason she called him out here, anyway. if he wanted to elaborate, it feels like it would be done when he's the one calling on her. ]
It could be.
[ as a nurse, marta would be remiss not to lend some weight to the healing power of positivity. medicine is so often part science, part faith; this odd molotov cocktail of knowing the solutions and still needing luck to carry it through. one can be a realist and still be not without hope.
but this, like everything, is all about what the individual makes of it. and marta?
she smiles at him, something faint and distant. ]
Or it could just be cathartic to imagine all the things that hurt you go up in flames.
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it's hardly the reason she called him out here, anyway. if he wanted to elaborate, it feels like it would be done when he's the one calling on her. ]
It could be.
[ as a nurse, marta would be remiss not to lend some weight to the healing power of positivity. medicine is so often part science, part faith; this odd molotov cocktail of knowing the solutions and still needing luck to carry it through. one can be a realist and still be not without hope.
but this, like everything, is all about what the individual makes of it. and marta?
she smiles at him, something faint and distant. ]
Or it could just be cathartic to imagine all the things that hurt you go up in flames.