[Ted's optimism had been worn down the longer he lived in the real world, or Genessia. This wasn't the response he wanted, but he had come to expect it. Whatever she said, her refusal means to him, ultimately, an intention towards death. Worst of all, he couldn't see any way out. An argument? But that could only work on those who cared for truth. If anything, it's a spell that must be broken, if he only knew how. But he doesn't; he's reduced to waiting on miracles.
All that remained to him, in the realm of action, was a farewell. He didn't want to; he loved talking with her, and would love to do so again. But what would be the use, given death? At the very least...if she died tomorrow, he might say pleasantries. He spoke with tender sorrow]
"I've liked what we had, Satori. Our times were few, but good. Thank you for all you've given me. Farewell."
[Even then, what felt like "good-bye" he would not say. It was a very faint scrap of hope, but he held on to it all the more dearly for that.]
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All that remained to him, in the realm of action, was a farewell. He didn't want to; he loved talking with her, and would love to do so again. But what would be the use, given death? At the very least...if she died tomorrow, he might say pleasantries. He spoke with tender sorrow]
"I've liked what we had, Satori. Our times were few, but good. Thank you for all you've given me. Farewell."
[Even then, what felt like "good-bye" he would not say. It was a very faint scrap of hope, but he held on to it all the more dearly for that.]