[ How many memories do people usually have? Ariane considers Jaune's question as she stares into her mug of water. There's a faint reflection of someone she barely recognizes. ]
You're right. [ She says, not looking up yet. ] Dumb question. Sorry.
[ Jaune still has splinters all through his hands. They don't have time for this, nor do they have answers. Ariane looks up, finally, and wonders why Jaune is still kneeling. Isn't that uncomfortable? He doesn't have to be polite to Ariane; she's nobody. Ariane moves the robe over to the arm of the couch, picks up the tweezers, and gestures to the space beside her. ]
You don't have to stay down there. Come on, I'll take those splinters out.
[ And then they'll be even, and everything will make sense again. ]
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You're right. [ She says, not looking up yet. ] Dumb question. Sorry.
[ Jaune still has splinters all through his hands. They don't have time for this, nor do they have answers. Ariane looks up, finally, and wonders why Jaune is still kneeling. Isn't that uncomfortable? He doesn't have to be polite to Ariane; she's nobody. Ariane moves the robe over to the arm of the couch, picks up the tweezers, and gestures to the space beside her. ]
You don't have to stay down there. Come on, I'll take those splinters out.
[ And then they'll be even, and everything will make sense again. ]