[ Because Mako isn't an idealist, not in any sense of the word, and they both know better than to embrace the precious, precious lie that time could heal all wounds.
No, it doesn't go away. They've both lost family, they've both lost everything that could have mattered to them, and their wounds are things time cannot touch. Mako moves closer without thinking, seeking warmth, their connection. The weight of his arm is reassurance, and she exhales, her thoughts on him and Yancy, on what she'd seen in the Drift, and all that he had endured in silence.
Her hand brushes over the circuit burns on his bicep, the scars that would never go away.] You're not a very good liar.
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[ Because Mako isn't an idealist, not in any sense of the word, and they both know better than to embrace the precious, precious lie that time could heal all wounds.
No, it doesn't go away. They've both lost family, they've both lost everything that could have mattered to them, and their wounds are things time cannot touch. Mako moves closer without thinking, seeking warmth, their connection. The weight of his arm is reassurance, and she exhales, her thoughts on him and Yancy, on what she'd seen in the Drift, and all that he had endured in silence.
Her hand brushes over the circuit burns on his bicep, the scars that would never go away.] You're not a very good liar.