"Yes, but he died," and there is a little hitch there, but I ain't calling any attention to it. "And my children, which is the worst, though I lost them all long ago," and I guess I blink a bit at that, although a woman aging well sure ain't the strangest thing I've seen.
"I'm sorry, ma'am," I say softly. "I can't..." Well, I can't imagine, can I? There's that feeling when someone dies, but it ain't the same, I can tell it ain't the same just from how other people take it. Nothing even close ta the same. "I'm very sorry," I say again. "Hope you were happy."
"Sometimes people need to learn to be human, it seems to me. And then there are people who aren't human who have a great deal more humanity than the average man," an' she touches my arm and I look at her, an' I imagine I am seeing her very clearly, somehow. Not sure exactly what that means, but....
Smile at her, and shrug a little. "I guess some people who aren't human have an easier time of it. Bein' human. They... maybe don't take it for granted, you know? But people--real people, ya know?--get ground down, I guess, and sometimes it's hard for them ta remember what's important." Not saying it's not their fault. What they do's on them, and sometimes it breaks my heart, but people getting ground down... It has ta be hard, sometimes. Mostly I just get glad they come back to their senses.
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Date: 2012-03-29 02:32 am (UTC)"I'm sorry, ma'am," I say softly. "I can't..." Well, I can't imagine, can I? There's that feeling when someone dies, but it ain't the same, I can tell it ain't the same just from how other people take it. Nothing even close ta the same. "I'm very sorry," I say again. "Hope you were happy."
"Sometimes people need to learn to be human, it seems to me. And then there are people who aren't human who have a great deal more humanity than the average man," an' she touches my arm and I look at her, an' I imagine I am seeing her very clearly, somehow. Not sure exactly what that means, but....
Smile at her, and shrug a little. "I guess some people who aren't human have an easier time of it. Bein' human. They... maybe don't take it for granted, you know? But people--real people, ya know?--get ground down, I guess, and sometimes it's hard for them ta remember what's important." Not saying it's not their fault. What they do's on them, and sometimes it breaks my heart, but people getting ground down... It has ta be hard, sometimes. Mostly I just get glad they come back to their senses.