[ This is what finally gets Day to let Ginger see him, looking like he's on the verge of tears. In the five years since he joined the Bureau of Destiny, he's been reminded in ways big and small about the transience and fragility of relationships outside his job—in the way his seniors have tried to nudge him towards similar colleagues, how his mentor from the Division of Endings taught him the way of the Rising Smoke, the sympathetic look Mirror had given him when she came to retrieve him and said, "I'm sorry." Everyone in the bureau went through the same thing, and in that solidarity, no one wanted to offer what seemed like cruel hope.
But what Day has hoped for, even just once, is for someone to say it's worth trying. Even if it'll be difficult, and even though it might ultimately be futile, so that "love endures" isn't simply a survival mantra. ]
...Do you still believe what I said 'bout not takin' back bein' friends?
[ Without the "but" of arcane fate shadowing Day's decision. ]
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But what Day has hoped for, even just once, is for someone to say it's worth trying. Even if it'll be difficult, and even though it might ultimately be futile, so that "love endures" isn't simply a survival mantra. ]
...Do you still believe what I said 'bout not takin' back bein' friends?
[ Without the "but" of arcane fate shadowing Day's decision. ]