She's right. There are still questions, specifics to discover--but Hopeless doesn't strictly need to ask questions to get them. He doesn't manage to say that, though; the images in Raine's head make his breath catch and the tears stand out in his eyes, and his hand lifts to press against his mouth.
The last image, the one of Erskine's lovely, radiant smile, makes his breath catch again, if for the opposite reason.
It takes a moment to gather himself again, to answer Raine's partly self-directed contemplation. "Spend enough time with you, and I'd see your all. Your only choice would be to avoid me. I'd--" Erskine broken. Erskine defeated, crying, gazing at a ghost.
Confessing.
Oh, my Heavenly Father, hallowed be thy name ...
"I don't suppose there's anywhere more private we can go?" Hopeless asks, admirably even but with a raw edge to accompany the tears in his eyes and the way he'd drawn in to hug himself.
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The last image, the one of Erskine's lovely, radiant smile, makes his breath catch again, if for the opposite reason.
It takes a moment to gather himself again, to answer Raine's partly self-directed contemplation. "Spend enough time with you, and I'd see your all. Your only choice would be to avoid me. I'd--" Erskine broken. Erskine defeated, crying, gazing at a ghost.
Confessing.
Oh, my Heavenly Father, hallowed be thy name ...
"I don't suppose there's anywhere more private we can go?" Hopeless asks, admirably even but with a raw edge to accompany the tears in his eyes and the way he'd drawn in to hug himself.