She’s comforted, at least, to know she’s not alone. It feels selfish and foolish at the same time – she was raised to always put the needs of others before her own, so it feels odd to think so much on what she wants. When everything is said and done.
“A second chance?” She echos, gaze turning toward Saber, “Do you feel like you don’t deserve one?”
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“A second chance?” She echos, gaze turning toward Saber, “Do you feel like you don’t deserve one?”