I don't know, Frank. ( it's a response that rings with a gentle finality, and for one of the few times that night, their eyes meet with one another. she doesn't shy away from it, doesn't back down from her stance; he knows a woman like her, regardless of how frail he's seen her, how shaken, would be the last to do that. )
I don't know if you get that; if I get that.
( it frustrates her, the knowing that neither of them may grow out of the people they've become; the feeling that she'll never truly escape hell's kitchen, that he'd never allow himself to get out if she were still here. she wants it for him, not to have to bat an eye back at her, not to let her safety dictate whether or not he could cut those last threads with a city that's never granted justice when it was so heart-shatteringly needed. ) You go somewhere and you... you don't worry about this place.
About me. There's always going to be something that pulls you back if you don't decide not to give a shit.
And if you figure out how— ( a huff of a breath, mirthless despite the brief curl at the edge of her mouth. ) That's a story worth writing.
→ ｆｏｒ：shitmagnet.
I don't know, Frank. ( it's a response that rings with a gentle finality, and for one of the few times that night, their eyes meet with one another. she doesn't shy away from it, doesn't back down from her stance; he knows a woman like her, regardless of how frail he's seen her, how shaken, would be the last to do that. )
I don't know if you get that; if I get that.
( it frustrates her, the knowing that neither of them may grow out of the people they've become; the feeling that she'll never truly escape hell's kitchen, that he'd never allow himself to get out if she were still here. she wants it for him, not to have to bat an eye back at her, not to let her safety dictate whether or not he could cut those last threads with a city that's never granted justice when it was so heart-shatteringly needed. ) You go somewhere and you... you don't worry about this place.
About me. There's always going to be something that pulls you back if you don't decide not to give a shit.
And if you figure out how— ( a huff of a breath, mirthless despite the brief curl at the edge of her mouth. ) That's a story worth writing.