08-03-2008, 05:42 PM
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No doubt about it, the more she talked, the more he began to realise that the look in her eyes was just more than from hitting the bottle one too many times. She was sick, so sick that it had manifested itself deeply in her head that it wasn't so easily picked out. But it wasn't the first time he had ever met anyone who spoke the way that she had and just from the tone in her voice he knew that it came from much more than a bad time. They were all capable of speaking in the voices of what had been handed down to them, what had been ingrained in their blood for as long as it had needed to be. But he didn't say anything, for a moment, not really sure how to address something like that. It wasn't his place to meddle in the affairs of others, though he desired to say differently. “Sounds like a hard life to live,” was the thing that came out instead, his expression unchanging for the time being. “But maybe you'll break the cycle one day.” It had been a long time since he had come across anyone who spoke in the way that she did.[/html]