[ There is something both very familiar and very foreign to these feelings expressed by Vira. The desire, the immediacy in which she'd bring the whole world crashing down for person she wants the most is something Medb knows, the way she looked down on others is also something she knows.
The yearning and the longing are aches that she isn't sure she knows, and it's what knocks her breath away the most. That miserable loneliness—
Is this what Vira has forgotten? ]
... Was all that a mystery to you?
[ Because Medb thinks it's all the more shame if it is. ]
[ Medb reaches to gently touch the back of Vira's hand. ]
For what you could not see, I am... Is it terrible to say I am glad to have seen it? It's an invasion of your privacy, but those strong feelings of yours... they're admirable, in a way.
[ They may not be good or great or all too healthy, but Medb doesn't think they're any less wonderful. ]
You could not fault me for my ambitions, and I cannot fault you for yours.
[ They aren't good, great, or healthy, but Vira doesn't look ashamed of them. She doesn't seem to mind that Medb gets to see.
If anything, she just regrets that she can't remember what they're for, her hand stiff and tense beneath Medb's. She accepts her feelings and mistakes, but to lose the source of all her desperate, frenetic love?
It leaves her feeling empty. Maybe that's why she's been so affected, lately. ]
That's a generous way to put it. But... thank you. I am not ashamed of who I am, even if that person is not admirable, or gentle, or kind.
[ She smiles, largely insincere, though the hesitation in how she tentatively puts her other hand atop Medb's seems more genuine. ]
And it is the same for knowing you. [ Medb is not a good person, but she does not regret meeting her. ]
I am not ashamed of who I am either or any of the choices I've made.
[ Her history shapes her in more ways than one. There is no escaping it when all she can be is a reflection of it. She is not static and she is not immutable, but there are some things that must always remain. ]
I am happy to know you, too. And you are admirable. From what I've come to know and see in you here.
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The yearning and the longing are aches that she isn't sure she knows, and it's what knocks her breath away the most. That miserable loneliness—
Is this what Vira has forgotten? ]
... Was all that a mystery to you?
[ Because Medb thinks it's all the more shame if it is. ]
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Parts of it I could not see clearly. Though those feelings are certainly mine...
[ It's all very patchwork. ]
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For what you could not see, I am... Is it terrible to say I am glad to have seen it? It's an invasion of your privacy, but those strong feelings of yours... they're admirable, in a way.
[ They may not be good or great or all too healthy, but Medb doesn't think they're any less wonderful. ]
You could not fault me for my ambitions, and I cannot fault you for yours.
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If anything, she just regrets that she can't remember what they're for, her hand stiff and tense beneath Medb's. She accepts her feelings and mistakes, but to lose the source of all her desperate, frenetic love?
It leaves her feeling empty. Maybe that's why she's been so affected, lately. ]
That's a generous way to put it. But... thank you. I am not ashamed of who I am, even if that person is not admirable, or gentle, or kind.
[ She smiles, largely insincere, though the hesitation in how she tentatively puts her other hand atop Medb's seems more genuine. ]
And it is the same for knowing you. [ Medb is not a good person, but she does not regret meeting her. ]
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[ Her history shapes her in more ways than one. There is no escaping it when all she can be is a reflection of it. She is not static and she is not immutable, but there are some things that must always remain. ]
I am happy to know you, too. And you are admirable. From what I've come to know and see in you here.
I do hope that memory returns to you.