[For a few seconds, Diana just listens to the music. Somehow, it's less garish and grating than it had been moments ago. Perhaps it's because she's focused on Steve rather than the noise surrounding them. Or maybe it's just that all her senses have dulled a bit as she continues trying to focus on the man in front of her and not the one she'll only ever see in dreams.
It's a strange thing for him to say, she thinks, but he isn't quite wrong. Steve had done what he had to protect her--and, in turn, the rest of humanity. But how could she explain that to someone who hadn't been there? How could she tell someone that Steve had thought mankind would be better off with her than with him?
That seems somehow conceited and cruel, but she can't quite put her finger on why.
Instead, she settles on a fairly neutral answer. She doesn't notice the way her vision blurs from stifled tears.]
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It's a strange thing for him to say, she thinks, but he isn't quite wrong. Steve had done what he had to protect her--and, in turn, the rest of humanity. But how could she explain that to someone who hadn't been there? How could she tell someone that Steve had thought mankind would be better off with her than with him?
That seems somehow conceited and cruel, but she can't quite put her finger on why.
Instead, she settles on a fairly neutral answer. She doesn't notice the way her vision blurs from stifled tears.]
He must have.