Even with everything else, I feel very happy as we walk. The carnival lot could almost have been anywhere we've been in the world, but now we're back by Excolo's river, where so much happened that I can sometimes-remember, and his hand's in mine.
"Do you trust me?"
I look at him for a while. What does he mean by trust? I don't have a belief that he wouldn't hurt me, deliberately or not. I don't think I can predict what he'll do, or that I'm safe with him at all. I trust him to be what he is, and I'm willing to put myself in his hands. So: "Yes," I say, quite simply.
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Date: 2013-07-15 07:06 pm (UTC)"Do you trust me?"
I look at him for a while. What does he mean by trust? I don't have a belief that he wouldn't hurt me, deliberately or not. I don't think I can predict what he'll do, or that I'm safe with him at all. I trust him to be what he is, and I'm willing to put myself in his hands. So: "Yes," I say, quite simply.