[He covers his face with his hands. The light, dim and stormy as it is, is too bright; he is tired, he wants it to cease and fall away like so many rags and ribbons.]
Of course she will...
[As though it's presupposed, absurd to even consider otherwise. He reaches for Paul with thin fingers, holding him around his wrist.]
The flood was necessary, I'm nearly certain.
[Or else how could she swim? He thinks it's true; he wants it to be, as the rain continues to pelt down.]
It's your dream, so you should be OK, whatever happens to me.
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Of course she will...
[As though it's presupposed, absurd to even consider otherwise. He reaches for Paul with thin fingers, holding him around his wrist.]
The flood was necessary, I'm nearly certain.
[Or else how could she swim? He thinks it's true; he wants it to be, as the rain continues to pelt down.]
It's your dream, so you should be OK, whatever happens to me.