[R pauses, teetering on the edge of expressing a complex thought. She just met him, but she's already shown some patience, so perhaps she'll wait.]
Not cured. [He says, concentrating hard to keep hold of the words while they struggle like eels in his grasp. He's not healed, but things have been different ever since he brought Julie back to his cramped 747 and told her he'd keep her safe.]
Changing. Diff..erent.
[R pats his pockets and fishes out a slightly smeared, slightly crumpled polaroid. On the picture is a girl with blonde hair and pale skin - pale but alive - with her hand clasped over her heart and a sad expression on her face.
He holds onto it for a moment, then turns it around to show Liv.]
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Not cured. [He says, concentrating hard to keep hold of the words while they struggle like eels in his grasp. He's not healed, but things have been different ever since he brought Julie back to his cramped 747 and told her he'd keep her safe.]
Changing. Diff..erent.
[R pats his pockets and fishes out a slightly smeared, slightly crumpled polaroid. On the picture is a girl with blonde hair and pale skin - pale but alive - with her hand clasped over her heart and a sad expression on her face.
He holds onto it for a moment, then turns it around to show Liv.]
Because of her.