[That's something terribly sad, actually, the notion that Ange can't even trust that what's happening is real. And it's not something he can blame her for. In his old life, illusions and magical manipulations all tended to lead back to the Abyss sooner or later, and whether through the Hatter or the unknown power of his own eye Break could always see through them. Here, he's as much prey to such things as anyone else, and has fallen for it a time or three. It really does leave you feeling burned and betrayed, and no matter who you are, you can only take so much of that.]
You're right.
[However, when you get right down to it, the fact of the matter is that today turning out to be an illusion is far from the only way that Ange could end up losing what she has. You never know. Sometimes your family heads to a conference without you and never returns. Sometimes the woman you love wastes away in front of your eyes. That, Break thinks, is what really doesn't matter. When the threat is loss, no matter how that loss comes about, it will hurt.]
I promised I wouldn't get up in front of everyone and make an embarrassing speech today, so...I'll just be a sentimental old man at you here, where no one else can see. The important thing is -- we can't ever know what will happen. We all hope that these days of warmth and laughter will last forever. But if they don't, then...it's the memories of days like today, no matter what they really are, that will give you the light you need to make it through when the nights are long.
[He releases one of her hands so that he can tuck a stray bit of hair behind her ear.]
Don't be nervous, Miss Ange. When we get downstairs, just keep your eyes on Miss Ruby, and remember why it is you're walking to her. There is no power that could turn that into anything less than a "truth".
[This advice is going to be really funny later when they emerge and spot Ruby doing push-ups at the altar, and Ange gets to hear Break attempt to turn a laugh into a cough and mutter "Is she rea -- good grief."]
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You're right.
[However, when you get right down to it, the fact of the matter is that today turning out to be an illusion is far from the only way that Ange could end up losing what she has. You never know. Sometimes your family heads to a conference without you and never returns. Sometimes the woman you love wastes away in front of your eyes. That, Break thinks, is what really doesn't matter. When the threat is loss, no matter how that loss comes about, it will hurt.]
I promised I wouldn't get up in front of everyone and make an embarrassing speech today, so...I'll just be a sentimental old man at you here, where no one else can see. The important thing is -- we can't ever know what will happen. We all hope that these days of warmth and laughter will last forever. But if they don't, then...it's the memories of days like today, no matter what they really are, that will give you the light you need to make it through when the nights are long.
[He releases one of her hands so that he can tuck a stray bit of hair behind her ear.]
Don't be nervous, Miss Ange. When we get downstairs, just keep your eyes on Miss Ruby, and remember why it is you're walking to her. There is no power that could turn that into anything less than a "truth".
[This advice is going to be really funny later when they emerge and spot Ruby doing push-ups at the altar, and Ange gets to hear Break attempt to turn a laugh into a cough and mutter "Is she rea -- good grief."]