[ She sighed, heavily, exhaling pent up breath that had been caught underneath the knots in her chest while she listened to his story. ]
[ She couldn't fault his logic; there hadn't been any time on their journey for a discussion of this magnitude. Everyone knew that magic users had terminal illnesses, yes, but it seemed that Frederic's was different. Everything about him was different. Different, unusual, and often difficult to understand. Yet, he belonged. That much was irrevocably evident to Viola, even though she wouldn't be able to explain why. ]
[ She knew she could forgive Frederic for what he had done. She still didn't think he made the right decision, but she could more or less understand why he did. ]
[ Sighing again, she leaned to the side, bumping against his shoulder. She wasn't too sure what to say anymore; she had never been that good at important conversations in the first place. ]
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[ She couldn't fault his logic; there hadn't been any time on their journey for a discussion of this magnitude. Everyone knew that magic users had terminal illnesses, yes, but it seemed that Frederic's was different. Everything about him was different. Different, unusual, and often difficult to understand. Yet, he belonged. That much was irrevocably evident to Viola, even though she wouldn't be able to explain why. ]
[ She knew she could forgive Frederic for what he had done. She still didn't think he made the right decision, but she could more or less understand why he did. ]
[ Sighing again, she leaned to the side, bumping against his shoulder. She wasn't too sure what to say anymore; she had never been that good at important conversations in the first place. ]