[She draws a heavy sigh, and for a moment she looks and feels very old, very tired—but she feels a certain buoyancy of spirit that doesn't leave her in those depths for very long.]
If it comes back—or perhaps when it comes back ... do we have a chance? [Before he can answer, she raises her hand, shakes her head, a tiny, inscrutable smile on her lips.] Wait. Don't answer. I'd rather believe that we do.
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[She draws a heavy sigh, and for a moment she looks and feels very old, very tired—but she feels a certain buoyancy of spirit that doesn't leave her in those depths for very long.]
If it comes back—or perhaps when it comes back ... do we have a chance? [Before he can answer, she raises her hand, shakes her head, a tiny, inscrutable smile on her lips.] Wait. Don't answer. I'd rather believe that we do.