Lust stops herself. It's easy to forget, just how much time had passed between then and now. She'd lived it. Whatever she's gone through, it's been a slow and gradual thing. But to him it was anything but.
Of course she's aware. Introspection has never been something she avoids. Her own sense of self, the concept of who she is...god knows how many of her nights have sacrificed sleep in favor of pondering that.
At least most of those nights were in the past.
"I suppose I just think of it as having found myself. Though it's not something I think about as much these days."
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Lust stops herself. It's easy to forget, just how much time had passed between then and now. She'd lived it. Whatever she's gone through, it's been a slow and gradual thing. But to him it was anything but.
Of course she's aware. Introspection has never been something she avoids. Her own sense of self, the concept of who she is...god knows how many of her nights have sacrificed sleep in favor of pondering that.
At least most of those nights were in the past.
"I suppose I just think of it as having found myself. Though it's not something I think about as much these days."