[A2 takes the hint, can hear the bristling resentment in his voice even with the distortions, and continues on without further commentary. Given his weight and her lowered capabilities, she can't move as quickly as she'd like, but "as quickly as she'd like" is usually at about the level of "car speeding on the expressway," so it still doesn't take too long.
Even so, it feels like ages to her, too. The chasm that separates them is too wide for progress to be made so quickly. She feels that it's too deep to make progress at all.
It's a reality she's accepted, if wearily. Hope has no room to grow when you kill it in the cradle.
...
When they arrive at last, she lowers him carefully to the ground. Her gesture of goodwill aside, she doesn't intend on staying to wait for him to recover well enough to kill her, and so turns to leave.]
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Even so, it feels like ages to her, too. The chasm that separates them is too wide for progress to be made so quickly. She feels that it's too deep to make progress at all.
It's a reality she's accepted, if wearily. Hope has no room to grow when you kill it in the cradle.
...
When they arrive at last, she lowers him carefully to the ground. Her gesture of goodwill aside, she doesn't intend on staying to wait for him to recover well enough to kill her, and so turns to leave.]