Saint listens thoughtfully as she speaks, nodding slightly.
"I believe I understand," he replied when she was finished. "Memories like that can be a tricky thing, sometimes. They can be your hope. Or they can be used against you, often by those seeking to break that hope. Or sometimes that hope itself can become painful, if held on to too desperately."
By the way that he spoke, he seemed to be speaking from experience. The seemingly downcast look on Gepetto's 'face' seemed to imply they both went through something similar.
"But, my dear," he continued, returning to his normally bright and cheerful self. "We are not alone in this. I can promise you that Gepetto and I are on your side, at least. You are among friends. And I'm sure there are many others here who would say the same."
He glances out across the rag-tag group assembled throughout the room, eyeing some of the more...contentious people he'd run across so far.
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"I believe I understand," he replied when she was finished. "Memories like that can be a tricky thing, sometimes. They can be your hope. Or they can be used against you, often by those seeking to break that hope. Or sometimes that hope itself can become painful, if held on to too desperately."
By the way that he spoke, he seemed to be speaking from experience. The seemingly downcast look on Gepetto's 'face' seemed to imply they both went through something similar.
"But, my dear," he continued, returning to his normally bright and cheerful self. "We are not alone in this. I can promise you that Gepetto and I are on your side, at least. You are among friends. And I'm sure there are many others here who would say the same."
He glances out across the rag-tag group assembled throughout the room, eyeing some of the more...contentious people he'd run across so far.
"Well, eventually, anyway."
He was an optimist.