[The only reason she doesn't drag herself up and make for the door again is because of how desperate he looks. And despite everything that's happened, she loves him too. Seeing him like this hurts nearly as much as the wound in her leg.]
How? [It doesn't make sense.]
[She's slow to get up, but eventually she drags herself back to her feet to sit a few stools down from him, wanting to maintain some distance between them because she's not sure what to think.]
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How? [It doesn't make sense.]
[She's slow to get up, but eventually she drags herself back to her feet to sit a few stools down from him, wanting to maintain some distance between them because she's not sure what to think.]