( her hand drops from him but there is legitimate silence, a very confused expression and-- bafflement. she honestly feels lost and even though she has no reason to believe him, she knows her own truth, for some reason part of her does.
slowly she looks down to where his hand had tapped, focusing on it, trying to decipher what he'd meant. and then remember how to speak )
You-- you can't be saying that you're--
( it just sounds too insane for her to voice. but also if she voices it it makes it that bit more real )
His vessel?
( or-- him.
she'd met god which was why it all felt wrong but-- if he'd left, locked himself away, taken on a vessel-- she was mortal, she couldn't sense anything anymore, she couldn't know. and the story had come from michael )
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slowly she looks down to where his hand had tapped, focusing on it, trying to decipher what he'd meant. and then remember how to speak )
You-- you can't be saying that you're--
( it just sounds too insane for her to voice. but also if she voices it it makes it that bit more real )
His vessel?
( or-- him.
she'd met god which was why it all felt wrong but-- if he'd left, locked himself away, taken on a vessel-- she was mortal, she couldn't sense anything anymore, she couldn't know. and the story had come from michael )