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"I think a good person is someone who doesn't do harm to other people, and wants other people to succeed with them," he said. "I haven't really...
She was quiet for a long moment before reaching up and pressing her fingers to her temples. "I'm.. I'm sorry, Ben. I feel like this is all my...
He shrugged a little, looking ahead. "Well I found it interesting."
She looked over at him uncertainly. "I.. I don't know. I don't know."
"I never thought of it that way," he admitted. "Thank you for explaining."
She folded her hands nervously in her lap. "Okay.."
He scratched his temple thoughtfully. "How do you mean by worthy of it?"
She tilted her head, coming and sitting beside him. "I'm okay. What happened?"
He looked down at her and met her gaze. "I believe you, sort of. I just.. I don't quite understand how it's generous."
She brightened a little, her ears perking up. "Ben.. Did it go okay?"
He looked down, his gaze thoughtful. "Hm. That's interesting."
She frowned, watching him go before heading back down.
He frowned slightly, considering this. "I think so.. Maybe? I don't know."
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He looked down at her, his expression unsure. "I don't know. I don't know how I'm supposed to feel. He was as bad as me, but he was also my father."
He hesitated, shrugging slightly. "I wanted to like him. I suppose I did when I was younger."
He looked down at her. "There wasn't many options."
He looked thoughtful. "Hm.. I did a lot of studies. Sword fighting, horseback riding, stuff like that."
She faltered a bit at his change of expression, but only looked down, leaving the cell and the two of them alone.
He exhaled slowly. "What do you want to know?'
