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He blinked in surprise, looking over at her. "What? Why?"
"Why?" she asked, looking up at him. "What do you think it means to be a good person?"
He fell silent too, and there was awkwardness in the air, as if he was uncertain about how to act around her.
She laughed a little, shaking her head. "It's not anything worthy of being explained," she said. "It's just what I think. It's not anything real."
He sighed a little, still looking a little on edge. “He’s your best friend, huh...?”
"They're worthy of love. That's no small thing, you know?" She shrugged, looking out on the horizon as the sun hung in the sky. "That's...
He seemed uncertain, but shook his head. "I'm not allowed to talk about it. It's okay."
She considered this, squeezing his arm. "I think... I think we want to be good, you know? I think that goodness is something we are inclined...
He hesitated but nodded. "It... it went. How are you?"
She met his gaze. "You don't believe me?"
Ben was still in his cell when she arrived and he looked up. His face was troubled, but he still seemed happy to see her nonetheless. "Hey, Cal."
"I think you can," she told him thoughtfully before laughing a little. "I think it's hard, but I think that loving someone who you know is bad is...
Hours passed. She would be walking the hallway when she would see Puck exit the war room. His shoulders were slumped and he didn't see her,...
She nodded slowly, thinking about this. "Do you think you can love someone that you know is a bad person?"
Puck turned to Ben and Ben looked up at him, folding his hands in his lap neatly. Puck glowered before pulling out a recording device, setting it...
She considered him, tilting her head curiously. "And... now?"
She returned the gaze, her brow furrowed slightly. “Did you..” She hesitated before adjusting her questioning. “Do you like your father? I know...
She laughed a little, looking up at him. “Really? Was that your choice?”
“Uh...” She considered this, pressing her lips together. “What was your childhood like? What did you do for fun?”
His expression changed for the briefest of seconds and she would know him well enough to recognize the hurt that crossed his features. It quickly...
