Yvaine's not precisely certain why she's still talking, but the silence is heavy and she isn't sure what else to do with it. Isn't sure what else to do at all.
"The links. I tried to count them before - when you were sleeping," she's fairly certain she liked him better when he was sleeping. "But they never seem to stay the same."
It's degrees, perhaps. She wonders what they measure.
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Date: 2007-02-09 06:13 am (UTC)Yvaine's not precisely certain why she's still talking, but the silence is heavy and she isn't sure what else to do with it. Isn't sure what else to do at all.
"The links. I tried to count them before - when you were sleeping," she's fairly certain she liked him better when he was sleeping. "But they never seem to stay the same."
It's degrees, perhaps. She wonders what they measure.