[Diana recognizes the look on his face. It's the same one she'd seen from Etta and the others after they'd made it back to London. She knows she's not the only person to lose somebody in the war, or even that she suffered more because of it. When it comes down to it, she had hardly known anything about Captain Steve Trevor outside his mission and tendency toward reckless heroism.
But somehow, that had been enough.
With that look on his face, she's able to more decisively separate the Steve she's dancing with from the Steve in her memories. It helps, even if only a little.]
I did.
[Perhaps it isn't so hard to say because she's in someone else's dream, someone she's never met and may never see again. Someone who won't give her that look every time she sees him.]
He died in the war. He didn't have to, but he did.
[The I couldn't save him is left out, a personal torture for herself. She still thinks she could have done it--destroyed the plane and defeated Ares. But that reckless heroism she had loved so much had won out over his faith and her, and wondering if he was right keeps her up sometimes.]
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But somehow, that had been enough.
With that look on his face, she's able to more decisively separate the Steve she's dancing with from the Steve in her memories. It helps, even if only a little.]
I did.
[Perhaps it isn't so hard to say because she's in someone else's dream, someone she's never met and may never see again. Someone who won't give her that look every time she sees him.]
He died in the war. He didn't have to, but he did.
[The I couldn't save him is left out, a personal torture for herself. She still thinks she could have done it--destroyed the plane and defeated Ares. But that reckless heroism she had loved so much had won out over his faith and her, and wondering if he was right keeps her up sometimes.]