Only a handful of truths could be derived from body language, and those observations could be taken as faulty. She could believe her short account had impacted Jonah in a meaningful way; a subtle response could give way to clarity over one's internal logic. It was interesting in a sense. Being regarded as someone without the taint of infamy or position, having suspicions reciprocated without mockery was an entirely new experience.
Therefore, she couldn't trust it. The impact, the effect. You couldn't wonder about another's loss without comparison. She might have done so in the confines of Saint Lucia or the world of 1998, but here was hesitation. It suddenly didn't seem right to compare, to think you might have said the wrong words. The people she met here appeared willing to divulge into truth without the messiness of the other place.
Ange would continue, then. Ignore everything that touched on subjectivity.
"It's hard to say when only a few seem to be aware of it." She lolled her head then, thoughts slipping when the younger mentioned an oddity. "What's I.R.I.S.?"
no subject
Therefore, she couldn't trust it. The impact, the effect. You couldn't wonder about another's loss without comparison. She might have done so in the confines of Saint Lucia or the world of 1998, but here was hesitation. It suddenly didn't seem right to compare, to think you might have said the wrong words. The people she met here appeared willing to divulge into truth without the messiness of the other place.
Ange would continue, then. Ignore everything that touched on subjectivity.
"It's hard to say when only a few seem to be aware of it." She lolled her head then, thoughts slipping when the younger mentioned an oddity. "What's I.R.I.S.?"