[ Viola was silent for several minutes, staring past the river as she absorbed Frederic's words. ]
[ It didn't all make sense to her. It sounded like he still thought everything that happened was just some dream he was having, like he really believed he controlled everything. ]
[ But it was never just his world, not as far as Viola was concerned. No matter how many times Frederic asserted that everything existed in his dream, she didn't believe it. She was her own person, just like Polka, Jazz, Allegretto, and the rest. She decided what to say or what to do; no one controlled her. ]
[ If he really was in control of everything, why would he have ever let all those bad things happen in the first place? Why didn't he just put a stop to it all right from the beginning? ]
[ She frowned, remembering with stinging pain the battle he had forced her to go through. Her tone grew harsh, almost spiteful. ] And what was your goal anyway? To die?
[ Viola roughly rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand. ] Dying never would've solved anything. If it wasn't for Polka--
[ She stopped herself from finishing that sentence. For a moment, she almost wanted to blame Frederic for Polka's decision to sacrifice herself, but ultimately thought better of it. Polka made the choice herself, just like everyone else did. ]
[ And Polka never held any of this against Frederic. Viola remembered her saying that Frederic had given them all a 'gift.' But Viola couldn't really see a gift. All he gave them was more sadness. ]
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[ It didn't all make sense to her. It sounded like he still thought everything that happened was just some dream he was having, like he really believed he controlled everything. ]
[ But it was never just his world, not as far as Viola was concerned. No matter how many times Frederic asserted that everything existed in his dream, she didn't believe it. She was her own person, just like Polka, Jazz, Allegretto, and the rest. She decided what to say or what to do; no one controlled her. ]
[ If he really was in control of everything, why would he have ever let all those bad things happen in the first place? Why didn't he just put a stop to it all right from the beginning? ]
[ She frowned, remembering with stinging pain the battle he had forced her to go through. Her tone grew harsh, almost spiteful. ] And what was your goal anyway? To die?
[ Viola roughly rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand. ] Dying never would've solved anything. If it wasn't for Polka--
[ She stopped herself from finishing that sentence. For a moment, she almost wanted to blame Frederic for Polka's decision to sacrifice herself, but ultimately thought better of it. Polka made the choice herself, just like everyone else did. ]
[ And Polka never held any of this against Frederic. Viola remembered her saying that Frederic had given them all a 'gift.' But Viola couldn't really see a gift. All he gave them was more sadness. ]