((Sorry for quick post, had to type this all up on a whim because busy - apologies if my grammar is off))
As Charles told his story, Feyri's smile and demeanor grew less and less open and soft - at the end, she was looking at him with her normal expression, her eyes staring into his as she could...well, relate with his experiences.
She looked at him with her semblance of understanding, and perhaps saw that he noticed - Lyra was along the same lines in her silence, she suspected - was their common ground on more different lines than what she first thought it was: a mutual respect for each other, or the pain we've all felt which causes us to fall back to the hope of being better for others not to feel that pain?
If only-
"Hey Charles," Feyri said, glancing at Lyra then back at the man, "This isn't a delusion. You're not delusional - except for the sheep, everything that happened is truly real."
She sat up by the edge of her bed, facing Charles to her left and Lyra in front, turning towards Charles and looking at Lyra in continued intervals - a conversation speaking to one who couldn't, and one who had a hard time doing it - as she continued. "Who you are right now, who we are, what happened. That's all real. While...I guess your profession and its knowledge has been with you, I guess you can realize that you are wrong; wrong in the way that there is an easy way out. We've all made mistakes in our life, some more careless than others, but we 'man up' - to use the phrase.
"We change as life goes on. Adapt, relate, and make as our choices be. I don't know you, nor have I known this good woman in front of me until earlier, but...well, I don't think there's anything stopping me from opening myself to both of you given that fact. We're all together in this, that has been repeated to me time and time again on every mission. Our lives at risk, and nothing stopping people dying but each other, our faith and our will.
"Personally, there is no escape. One day, you should face the demons that haunt you, and smite them for what they are - they aren't you, nor do they make you. The choice is all yours, every final decision. I mean, if you do take it that way, we are all your delusions if only you take control and choose instead of acting on previous situations."
She took a pause to recount her words and try to perhaps issue the crux of her message. What she was typing, deleting and revising over the earlier hours, wound up in her mind like a needle in a haystack. A pointed thought, but hard to completely grasp and word.
"What I'm saying is that we have the final word in our lives. We can blame anything, but end up with ourselves at last. Whatever your past is, is your own - the present is now, and we live for it. The future is soon, and becomes our present. We act in the present, we act on our choices."
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